A Loss in Love

The Ticket that Exploded by William S. Burroughs has becomes a subject of much debate in class and among peers. The desensitizing approach to humanity, and more specifically to love, has proven itself disheartening. Why is this subject of science fiction correlate directly to the idea of a loss in love? Over the course of the quarter thus far, three books have followed this format: The Ticket that Exploded, The Invention of Morel by Aldolfo Bioy Casares and Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson. In Casares’ novel the subject of admiration and love of one stranded islander is discovered to be nothing but a projection. Possibly saying that love is but an obsessive idea of a crazed man. In Burroughs’ novel there is degeneration of love or of any decent human interaction. Mankind appears to have reverted not even to a primal sexual behavior where procreation is the purpose, but to a state of mind void of any emotion toward sex or love. The meaning behind any one paragraph is smeared by a constant adolescent mentioning of cocks, penetration and diarrhea. At the start of Hopkinsons’ novel, by ideas seemed contradicted by the great love shared between father and daughter but where no sooner back in track as the story lead on. Once the fathers love lead to repetitive raping and pregnancy of his daughter, I had to question this connection. Must we give up love for technology? Should we be preparing for the demise of heart-felt anything? What about the romantic bard’s of the world, are we to fail in our own futures? Or are we to be eventually controlled by the nanobites, accept our fate and become equally numb.