Had this thought last night as I lay falling asleep. We have all these space-exploration-ensemble shows with a bunch of aliens each of which has some sort of super-human power, more or less. And humans are always given ~leadership~ as their special power. The ability to bring people together, to organize shit, and I always thought, like…what a shitty power. What a shitty colonial “you were a mess until we came in and saved you” power. Drives me nuts. Seems like if an alien species builds a got-damn ship that can fly through got-damn space they probably have their shit together, right? At least somewhat?
So then I figure, what is humanity got to contribute to all these super-beings? We’re just nonsense reckless critters careening through space. Seems like we’d be more trouble than we’re worth.
But what if…I mean, what if that’s us. We’re the universe’s huckleberries. We’ll run headlong into danger, and we’ll *laugh*. And what if…what if we survive and a weirdly abnormally high rate. Like any alien with two bits of math can put together that we should have wiped ourselves out a long time ago with the first set of “hold my beer, and watch this.” So what the shit, how are we still banging around the universe building shit and flying off solar ramps into the sun while doing some spaceship equivalent of an ollie while crushing beer cans on our forehead. Why. Why do we exist.
And then it hits me. We survive. We’re super good at it. Uncannily good at it. So much so that we…I mean, we actually bend probability in our favor. It’s absurd. And it totally falls flat if you actually tell us this (“Never tell me the odds,” said Solo, knowing full well that knowing the odds kills a human’s chances of survival).
So there we are. Careening around the universe. Joining alien crews because they know that with a human on board, especially a cocky human in some kind of leadership position, can warp probability to stretch success in their favor. And they can never ever tell us this. So instead they just pat our heads and tell us we’re just so good at ~leadership~ and that’s what makes humans special
Ben: This is something we used to love to do. We don’t do it anymore.
Claudia: Finding any opportunity to have a physical proximity alert.
Ben: Yeah, that’s what we did, ‘cause they didn’t want us to get together, but we just kept running into each other and we figured: “Well, it’s an action sequence. How about we land on top of each other?”
Has anyone else noticed that Guardians of the Galaxy and Farscape are fairly similar? I mean:
-They’re both so weird you thought they would be utterly terrible but they’re actually really amazing
-There’s a ship whose name starts with M
-This ship’s crew is made up of criminals who become like family to each other
-There’s the Southern white dude main character who’s always making outdated Earth references his otherwise entirely alien group doesn’t understand because he’s been separated from Earth for years and his life fell apart when he realized aliens existed (Peter/John)
-There’s the main female character who’s a badass warrior and wears lots of black (Gamora/Aeryn)
-These two characters are the slow-burn end-game OTP
-There’s a sentient humanoid plant (Groot/Zhaan)
-There’s a tiny thief (Rocket/Rygel)
-There’s a tattooed warrior whose life was greatly affected by the murder of his wife (Drax/D’Argo)
-Basically they’re both similarly awesome and if you watch only one or neither of these things you’re missing out
i have seldom felt the urge to write fanfiction about farscape because farscape just goes there
the usual fanfiction thought process would go something like this: “what if crichton’s duplicate had survived the episode? when the two duplicates are separated on talyn and moya, one of them finally gets to be with the love of both their lives. but what happens when that crichton dies and aeryn finds herself face-to-face with the man she loves while grieving the same man’s death?”