Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Phillip K. Dick
Held up as a classic of sci-fi, and part of Dick's canon, this brief dystopian cops & killers tale inspired the film Blade Runner (and its sequel), so seemed like a must-read. Published in 1968 it was, like all of Dick's work, more pulp than lit, which shows in the writing; sometimes clumsy, sometimes cliché, but occasionally quite thoughtful An example of the latter comes about 75% of the way in, as Rachael, an android whose model-line has been carefully designed to generate sexual desire in wet-blooded males (Dick's repeated appreciations of 'small high breasts' and an almost boyishly-androgenous physique are curious, but apparently appeal broadly-enough to have found their way into the movie), latches on to a bounty hunter's qualms about terminating something so potentially loveable – and begins to use them against him.
That, it turns out, points us to Dick's real interest here. Forget the totalitarianism and environmental destruction (though those are valid themes and forward looking for 1968, if not exactly prescient). What he's really chewing on are our notions of identity and what makes a life worthy of value. How artificially-intelligent must an android be before it starts to resent being viewed as an object or tool, and how human-like can it be before the continuation of its operating 'life' justifies the same price as a 'real' (i. e., organic, non-manufactured) life. A license to kill, in this case, soon turns into a license to doubt.
The comparisons are greatly aided by Dick's postulation of Earth as a dying planet, from which nearly all humans have departed except those too damaged to earn a flight out. Denigrated as a lesser caste, the lives of these radiation-damaged 'chickenheads' are limited, dull and dreary; hardly more rewarding or free than those of the androids they manufacture to serve the off -world elite. The return of several renegade androids presents a threat to the few fully-functioning humans who have remained behind to keep the remnants of industry in operating order – Rick Deckard being one of them. Poor and depressed, with a wife addicted to artificial emotions fed out of an electronic box, he seems qualified for the detective part of his task, but quickly out of his depth with the moral issues to come.
That these humans have turned pet-ownership into a fetish and status indicator adds another twist to their prejudice. Decker and his neighbors will scrimp and borrow to spend a fortune on almost any animal, whether real or simulated – to salve their thirst for companionship and belonging, yet they deny any hint of those same values to androids who have been manufactured in their own image. And speaking of values, Dick gives his humans a pseudo religion, the cult of Wilbur Mercer, apparently created by their leadership to provide the lesser populace with distracting illusions of purpose and salvation – this society which creates artificial animals, artificial humans, and artificial environments on other planets has also manufactured an artificial religion, designed to specifications. Not a stretch at all
How much humanity can you put into a machine before it deserves the same rights as its creators, and how far can we dehumanize our fellow beings before their value drops beneath that of their creations; especially when one realizes there is no big 'C' Creator out there to insist the two are inherently different? Questions we may need to begin answering quite soon, the way things are going.
This entry was posted in Books Worth Keeping, Uncategorized and tagged androids, Darryl Hannah, futurism, religion, Ridley Scott, Sci-fi on January 2, 2021 by robinandrew0804.
← This is Your Brain on Music, Daniel J. Levitin