Throughout its three seasons, Black Mirror has been consistent on a single idea: technology is a trap. Sure, the shiny new toys we develop and buy and bring into our homes might not be inherently evil, but each new freedom they allow us is just another opportunity for the human mind to tie itself into knots. In Charlie Brooker’s malignant worldview, that app you just downloaded is always going to bring out the worst in you. It’s a perspective that speaks to a deep fear in nearly everyone, a conservative terror of change that imagines life as a perpetual series of binary choices, a constant stream of ladies-or-tigers that, sooner or later, is going to turn us all into lunch. If new technology is an opportunity to change the world, there’s no guarantee we won’t be changing tor the worse. We are the race the made the atom bomb; the race whose ingenuity and ambition is slowly choking itself to death on fossil fuels and climate change. It stands to reason that eventually we’ll build the perfect mousetrap—only we’ll be the ones with whiskers.
The power of “San Junipero,” which is beautiful and deeply moving and almost astonishingly humane, comes from taking the opposite approach. Late in the episode, a woman tells her wife, “It’s not a trap.” The line comes quickly, in the middle of a heated conversation about some very heavy stuff, but in a way the whole hour turns on it, because she’s right. The delightful freedoms of San Junipero, a virtual reality experience that allows users to enjoy the same perfect city through different eras, are exactly what they appear to be. No one is plotting against anyone. There are no strings, no horrible reveals. Just this once, things turn out okay.
RPing with a character outside your fandom is GREAT!
They have no idea who you are. You’re new to them! Even better if the mun doesn’t know a lot either! Because everything is shiny and new and you get to tell them all about you and it’s all fresh and ripe for the plotting and eeeeeeeeeee!
I dozed off and had a weirdest dream in which I was a straw dummy and the knights were throwi g spears at me and I cried because I grieved my new shiny body that was now torn and stained. and also they were so angry though I clearly did nothing to them or to anyone, I mean I was a doll, I couldn’t even move. So I cried and cried AND NO ONE SAW IT OR HEARD ME BECAUSE I HAD NO FACE. It’s all weird and somehow now I feel AWFUL