Saving the World

Day 6,004, 07:26 Published in USA USA by Pfenix Quinn
The Parish Review
Vol.1, No.5, Day 6005
"The engine might compose elaborate and scientific pieces of music of any degree of complexity or extent." -- Ada Lovelace, August 1843


Once more into the breach...





Every sci-fi story worth its ironic salt features an older scientist and/or group leader and his adult daughter. The father-leader-scientist has uncovered a terrible truth. Or revealed a terrifying and previously unknown secret. Or discovered an unknown world of beauty and mystery which threatens to unravel the consensus reality.

Having been pre-occupied all those formative years with his Great Work, he's often a bit of shit as a dad.

The daughter stands in for mother, for lover, and metaphorically speaking, is also both son and daughter, evoking all the ancient Egyptian archetypes for the One who must grapple with being godlike whilst simultaneously having been abandoned by the devilish god.

She always saves the world by both accepting and rejecting the father's wisdom. As we all do.