Much of the spirit of our times is the fight against entropy. Fukushima
radioactivity occurs not only, but also a wealth of information that ends up being a deafening noise, entropy, an amalgam of statements and impeding know countersigned what happens.
Baudrillardian Fukushima is the perfect disaster. It's a great epic in progress. Roland Emmerich is applied to the media. It is the story going over the actual disaster, the real hit. Everyone
augurs. Everyone semiologists. In a complex world of contradictory information without piling contrast, we have become top boxes, trying to understand the world, a complex system that escapes the compression, a runaway machinery of realities and fictions being interpreted and reinterpreted again, a sum stories that do a feeedbak monstrous.
Virilio warned us about the speed
. No information there is no misinformation, and now a new type of misinformation is being put to the head and is totally different than voluntary censorship. It has to do with some kind of obstruction of the senses ...
And yet, I'll add a new vision of the signs, a diary of the disaster. The chronology is approximate:
Phase 1: "Nobody could have predicted this. The central withstood the quake but no tsunami came in the calculations. This is not Chernobyl. No leak" Note the mantra
chernobyliano, denial absolute and technicians consulted confident that, by chance, earn their living with nuclear. About very pregnant with foreboding, guilt-Japanese sentiment to be playing with fire, just be watching Japanese pop culture in recent decades (Godzilla is just one more, not have to be Freud or Jung to sharpen it).
Phase 2: "The levels are very low. There is radiation in nature as well. The vessels contain any possible leaks. It is likely that radiation is extended, or ground plants and animals. Evacuated as a precaution only. Hysteria is unwarranted. This is not Chernobyl "
speech variation is subtle. Nuances begin before the denial. Western experts arrive to surround screens and say that our central core and that are very different. Our plates and not to mention theirs. Even the French slyly hint that made in America, cheaper, is back.
Phase 3: "We have a plan to cool the reactors. Will release water from the sky. True, a helicopter could not come, but we hope it will. The workers are not endangered. There is no cause for alarm. Levels of radiation rise, but still within reason. With radiation well, a child can grow up healthy and strong. "
plan. Hoses. It begins with not being able to hide. Western lobbyists quiver, while still claiming that this is not a catastrophe the Soviet Union.
Phase 4: "Fail distance attempts. Some heroes (ill-equipped as we learned later) make the operations on foot. Seems to go prepared and have everything within range. There are hints that can cause disease. We speak of the cloud because you can not talk about it. is accepted French aid "Fail
alibis.
Phase 5: "You start to align in the Harrisbourg incident. Time passes. We talk about fusion, it speaks of vessels that do not resist. There is talk of contaminated water seeping into the sea. There is talk of encapsulation in concrete sarcophagus . It keeps saying that this is not Chernobyl. " Talking
Emperor.
And now there is talk of applying
resin. And this is when it enters the fiction, science fiction, the ramblings of a server. And when my hair stand like hooks.
Fringe For as viewer, I remember the Amber. A protocol by which "encapsulate" a synthetic substance with the critical scenarios in which the alternate universe (Fringe II, or World Walternativo for conoisseurs) is seeing the reality chip, fade, collapse. Trapped in amber people, who are still alive, aware, for years. Are solidified blocks, neighborhoods, almost entire towns in the laws of physics have been thwarted.
Fact and Fiction. Company matching protocols in crisis. Entropy handle building a wall, a sarcophagus, one of our own creation apartheit undesirable, getting a piece of reality in a box, and dragging the victims of it. Most impressive
Chernobyl Chernobyl was not on fire, was not the time of the disaster, when the trending topic. It Chernobyl 20 years later. It's limbo. It's Amber.
And finally, the logic that leads to this, the hand of another work of science fiction. A classic satire.
Greener than you think. Others have written more and better
about it. Suffice it to summarize succinctly. A man creates a fertilizer lawn. (Or rather steals the invention to try to sell it). Such fertilizer creates a type of grass that turns out to be uncontrollable, wild, and extremely prone to expand, to grow without limit.
The man who started the disaster, begins to thrive by taking advantage of it while the world is flooded and collapsed. Since methods (spurious) to end it, to replace synthetic food losses in agriculture against stubborn and powerful enemy of mankind: The Lawn. In the end, the world's most powerful man begins his particular flight forward, away from reality, as humanity succumbs.
Why is that the work of Ward Moore
not leave to come to me to mind while reading the arsonists fire surround headquarters?
