The Alien is Us

Of late, I've been reflecting a bit on something between a common complaint and a running gag in commentary on science fiction, "aliens" (if usually from works already being sniffed at as "not deep enough") that get dismissed as "just people in funny makeup/suits." Going deeper still than even "bilateral symmetry" seeming a little suspicious at times, it does seem easy enough to think "just put more thought into really alien aliens, ones who don't think like us"... the problem is just that you then have to wrack your merely human mind to "think of something you can't think of." The danger beyond that might be "alien incomprehensibility" getting reduced to an easy excuse for them being "threatening."

Falling back from that to the easy pokes at "aliens" winding up "all of one type," I did wonder a bit about whether even those "warriors" or "merchants" or "primitives" could have some reflection on the different facets of humanity itself. At times, I've wondered if, in focusing on the "external reality" of stories, the careful explanation of motivations and backstory, we've begun to miss or even dismiss "symbolic interpretations." I've seen stories where even incomprehensible alien artifacts could be interpreted as pessimistic jibes at the hubris of grasping everything, even as actual scientists have wondered out loud about trying to build "universal languages" starting from basic scientific and mathematical statements.

When it comes to "threatening" aliens, though, I'm a little afraid it did hit me that "somebody shows up wanting what we have; they don't bother to listen to us" just might have some relevance to when the Europeans arrived in the Americas. As I said, though, you can't just make a smug statement and stop trying to think.