This paper aims to connect the trope of the human imprisoned and isolated by media as it is expressed in dystopic science fiction to its expressions in mainstream discourse. I draw upon theories of immersion and digital dualism, while analyzing the trope across science fiction literature and films as well as in popular media. Works discussed include Fahrenheit 451 (1953), The Matrix (1999), Wall-E (2008), Ready Player One (2011), Divergent (2013) and I Forgot My iPhone (2013). I find that media is frequently seen as a threat that dehumanizes its user, and that this is expressed by showing the human user as a corpse, as a fetus, as motionless or as zombie-like. Even works that show the human as in control of media occasionally make use of this trope, and understanding this cultural imaginary of humans and media can help us understand contemporary media use and discourse.
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Corpses, Fetuses And Zombies: The Dehumanization of Media Users in Science Fiction and Mainstream Media
1. Corpses, fetuses and zombies
The dehumanization of media users in
science fiction and mainstream media
Jill Walker Rettberg
Professor of Digital Culture, University of Bergen
9. This isnt about the problems of digital connection, its
about propping oneself up as more human and alive.
By identifying with and sharing the video, we can put
ourselves in the protagonists shoes. I too recognize
this! I am human and deep and carpe diem. But lets
consider the implication of showing others as robots
who dont live in the moment: you are basically saying
they are less human in order to assert how above the
unthinking-cellphone-zombie masses you are.
Nathan Jurgenson,
http://thesocietypages.org/cyborgology/2013/08/26/the-problem-
with-the-i-forgot-my-phone-video/
14. It was like coming into the cold marbled room of a
mausoleum after the moon had set. Complete
darkness, not a hint of the silver world outside, the
windows tightly shut, the chamber a tomb-world
where no sound from the great city could penetrate.
The room was not empty.
Ray Bradbury: Fahrenheit 451.
15. Without turning on the light he imagined how this room would look.
His wife stretched on the bed, uncovered and cold, like a body
displayed on the lid of a tomb, her eyes fixed to the ceiling by
invisible threads of steel, immovable. And in her ears the little
Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic
ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in,
coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was
indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on
their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning.
There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not
swum that sea, had not gladly gone down in it for the third time.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451, 19