The Machine Stops is a story written by E. M. Forster nearly a century ago. Keep this in mind as you read, which I recommend you do now if you don’t like stories being spoiled and such before reading them.
The setting is the future. People live in rooms deep inside the Earth and rarely venture from them, since an individual’s needs are accommodated inside their room. This is accomplished by an automated integrated system that either anticipates the dweller’s needs, or responds to cues that reveal them. For example, if a person complains of feeling ill, a thermometer and cold or hot press may pop out of the wall. There are also buttons and controls in the room through which people can accomplish tasks, such as communicating with others through videoconferencing. There is a user’s manual to guide a person through any task they might need to accomplish.
This environment is called the Machine. Everything is integrated and automated, including blimp freight transport between ports to the underground room clusters around the world (the surface is barren and presumed uninhabitable throughout most of the story). Sometimes people ride the blimps to get to assigned living spaces, but generally do not do so voluntarily, as agoraphobia is the norm.
Except for the point-of-view character’s son, residents are unable to conceive of the idea of life without the machine. The culture has been recycled into meaninglessness – something that is celebrated, as direct experience is shunned, since removal from experience is perceived to be the process that allows the objective truth of an experience to be distilled, connected to and processed in terms already known. Consider this passage:
"Beware of first- hand ideas!" exclaimed one of the most advanced of them. "First-hand ideas do not really exist. They are but the physical impressions produced by live and fear, and on this gross foundation who could erect a philosophy? Let your ideas be second-hand, and if possible tenth-hand, for then they will be far removed from that disturbing element - direct observation. Do not learn anything about this subject of mine - the French Revolution. Learn instead what I think that Enicharmon thought Urizen thought Gutch thought Ho-Yung thought Chi-Bo-Sing thought LafcadioHearn thought Carlyle thought Mirabeau said about the French Revolution. Through the medium of these ten great minds, the blood that was shed at Paris and the windows that were broken at Versailles will be clarified to an idea which you may employ most profitably in your daily lives. But be sure that the intermediates are many and varied, for in history one authority exists to counteract another. Urizen must counteract the scepticism of Ho-Yung and Enicharmon, I must myself counteract the impetuosity of Gutch. You who listen to me are in a better position to judge about the French Revolution than I am. Your descendants will be even in a better position than you, for they will learn what you think I think, and yet another intermediate will be added to the chain. And in time" - his voice rose - "there will come a generation that had got beyond facts, beyond impressions, a generation absolutely colourless, a generation
seraphically free
From taint of personality,
which will see the French Revolution not as it happened, nor as they would like it to have happened, but as it would have happened, had it taken place in the days of the Machine."
The story is told from the point of view of a middle-aged woman, but most of the action centers around her son. You might say that the story is about her relationship with her son, how his rediscovery of antiquated notions of human autonomy and dignity is something that his mother cannot relate to.
It is difficult to gauge the intelligence of the Machine, if it has any. It is automated, and it has the power to regulate and respond to human behavior, but there are human committees in charge of overseeing its various functions, and the Machine doesn’t exactly exhibit a will or impetus, unless a reactionary reinforcement of the status quo counts. At the end of the book, the Machine fails, at first slowly, then catastrophically. This is because the people no longer understand how it functions, or even understand that it is a machine, but venerate it as a god. Because of this, when the parts of the machine that it uses to maintain itself (The Mending Apparatuses) malfunction, the machine eventually just wears out. When this happens, everybody dies, except the few people who supposedly were banished long ago and managed to survive on the surface.
So what does it all mean?
It means that somebody wrote a story one hundred years ago about a future that’s we may be on a track toward right now.
That’s not to say that we will all live in hexagonal rooms underground and instant message each other all day (although we might, eh?), but it is to say that the trends of society today lead to a future metaphorically similar to that portrayed in the story.
Consider the trend of increasing dependence on technology. The skills to survive in the wild or near-wild conditions are no longer common (or even rare) knowledge. Nature itself is being marginalized, and the human population is currently too high to be sustained by the wilderness without technology. As we society becomes more industrialized and technologically advanced, more literacy in technology is required to function in society. These tech skills supplant other skills that may have been necessary to learn previously in order to survive a less technological society. Hence – dependence on technology.
It has not been my observation that first-hand experience is typically shunned. However, it seems to me that there is a trend of communication being comprised more and more of different levels of symbolic meta-information. The mass media routinely report on the nature of the mass media, something that was rare until fairly recently. Modern intellectualism is a contest of one-upmanship in composing coherent meta-informational messages. The “blogosphere” is an orgy of commenting on others’ content, and then on others’ comments, etc. (Yes, I realize the irony of that sentence being posted here.)
What these phenomena have in common other than the trend of increasing topheaviness is that they are the result of society’s collective effort to discern the truth about their world. Journalism, blogging, and posting on Internet forums are all undertaken with the object of communicating information that corresponds to our environment, that it, what is truth. The problem is that our environment, our surroundings as they relate to our interactions, what influences us and what we have control over, are growing increasingly complex an indecipherable – to the extent that our endeavors are becoming so convoluted that we often miss the point – communication loses meaning as the information is reprocessed and analyzed in an enormous game of “telephone.”
In the society portrayed in the story, the culture of society and the content of communication have no relevance to the function of the Machine or any aspect of the real world. This may ultimately be where we’re headed, as broader understanding of society’s functions and technology fails. For example, who really understands the intricacies of how politics or a rocket ship works? Only those who specialize heavily in such things, and those people will have a limited view of the rest of society’s functioning.
So it may be ironic that mankind’s endeavors to unravel mysteries are the mechanism of its self-delusion. The disenfranchised son of the story has this to say:
“Man is the measure. That was my first lesson. Man"s feet are the measure for distance, his hands are the measure for ownership, his body is the measure for all that is lovable and desirable and strong”.
That is to say that the truth is ultimately subjective. The less our subjective experiences make sense, the more unnatural effort it takes to formulate theories to explain them, the less connection we have with a concept of truth. On the other hand, the more closely connected we are with a finite plane of reality, external and insulated from our mind’s flailings, such as nature, the more meaningful our lives will be.
This entry got a little convoluted and obtuse, so let’s just hope that future posts clarify my thoughts.