So, I just watched the “Utopia” episode of Doctor Who. The doctor and his companions are at the end of the universe. Earth is basically dead, and the last of the human population is divided between, I guess, the normal looking ones and the cannibal, creepy, vampire-looking ones, called the Futurekind. At this point, Earth’s resources are completely depleted, and the remaining (non-cannibal) humans’ only chance of survival is to fly to this place called Utopia.
I’m writing this article because this episode got me thinking about what’s really at the end of the universe. Mostly, this will just be my nonsensical musings.
Anyway, what lies in store for the human race when the Earth’s heat is about to run out? Will human-eating variations of us exist like in the episode? I don’t imagine I taste good. Of course if you season anything well enough…
I personally think we’ll screw the planet up way before we get to that point. Not to get all eco-crazy on you, but we’ll kill this planet long before its heat runs out, long before the sun blows up or runs out of gas. Partially, it’s because we consume way too much way too fast. I think it’ll be interesting to see how we’ll develop physically to adapt to our environment. I was reading this E. O. Wilson book a few months ago, and he said something about how humans have altered the Earth so much so that our evolution has kind of been halted or stagnated. That’s why we have so many features that don’t have an exact purpose in today’s environment. What if we develop our own form of photosynthesis? Can you imagine never having to chew? Sometimes chewing is the worst part of the meal.
And would we really let it get to that point where other human beings are growing canine teeth and crazy looking eyeballs? I keep going back to that because cannibals urk me out a lot. There must be SOMETHING else to eat! Nothing? You sure? That sucks.
In another episode of Doctor Who, human beings were called “the greatest monsters of all,” and they were enslaved by the Master. Are we really that bad? The Doctor seems to believe in us. He’s spent a little over 40 minutes every week for 50 years saving us in almost every episode, so we must be worth something, anything. I’ve never been much of a fan of time (or space) travel. I’ve always wondered why one would go looking so extensively for something that doesn’t seem to want to be found. We definitely have bigger problems to worry about, like what the world will really be like at the end of the universe. But oh well, it’s not like we’ll be there.
Maybe there’s a Doctor out there to help us out?
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