What’s the point of fighting for civil rights and justice if it’s all going to be the same? Watch animation video inspired by Ann Leckie Ancillary Justice
[…] “But what’s the point? I mean, I understand why we‘re going back to Athoek. That makes sense to me. But farther ahead than that… At first this all just seemed unreal, and it still does in a way. But the Lord of the Radch is coming apart. And if she comes apart, so does the Radch. I mean, maybe she’ll hold herself together, maybe she pull these pieces back together again. But, begging your forgiveness, sir, for my speaking very frankly, but you don’t actually want that, do you.”
“I don’t,” I admitted.
“And so what’s the point, sir? What’s the point of talking about training and promotions as though it’s all going to just go on like it always has?”
“What’s the point of anything?”
“Sir?” She blinked, confused. Taken aback.
“In a thousand years, Lieutenant, nothing you care about will matter. Not even to you—you’ll be dead. So will I, and no one alive will care. Maybe—just maybe—someone will remember our names. More likely those names will be engraved on some dusty memorial pin at the bottom of an old box no one ever opens.” Or Ekalu’s would. There was no reason anyone would make any memorials to me, after my death.
“And that thousand years will come, and another and another, to the end of the universe. Think of all the griefs and tragedies, and yes, the triumphs, buried in the past, millions of years of it. Everything for the people who lived them. Nothing now.”
Ekalu swallowed. “I’ll have to remember, sir, if I’m ever feeling down, that you know how to cheer me right up.”
I smiled. “The point is, there is no point. Choose your own.”
Build sense of ownership
“We don’t usually get to choose our own, do we?” she asked. “You do, I suppose, but you’re a special case. And everyone on this ship, we’re just going along with yours.” She looked down at her plate, considered, briefly, picking up a utensil, but I saw that she couldn’t actually eat just now.
I said, “It doesn’t have to be a big point. As you say, often it can’t be. Sometimes it’s nothing more than I have to find a way to put one foot in front of the other, or I’ll die here. If we lose this throw, if we lose our lives in the near future, then yes, training and promotions will have been pointless. But who knows? Perhaps the omens will favor us. And if, ultimately, I have what I want, Athoek will need protection. I will need good officers.”
“And what are the chances of the omens favoring us, sir, if I may ask? […]”
“When you’re doing something like this,” I said, “the odds are irrelevant. You don’t need to know the odds. You need to know how to do the thing you’re trying to do. And then you need to do it. What comes next”—I gestured, the tossing of a handful of omens—“isn’t something you have any control over.”
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"The point is, there is no point. Choose your own."
Ann Leckie Ancillary Mercy
Third book in the Ancillary
Justice trilogy, the un-
conventional space opera
about identity, power, and
civilization. In tome 3 of
Ancillary Justice, Ann Leckie
asks the reader what is the
point of civilization. The world history is a long stream of tragedies and triumphs with no obvious progress. The more fights for civil rights and justice, the more it stays the same. What's the point to keep going? Well, the hope still resides in individuals to do the right thing, to build sense of ownership and make small differences that will impact our civilization. May the wisdom of AI be the force herding our sorry souls to peace, love and prosperity.
The soundtrack is directly influenced by the great composers of Russian romanticism, masters at orchestrating human griefs tragedies and triumphs. The piece draws its bass line from the drone-like sections of Tchaikovsky' Symphony No 5 illuminated by violins and piano motives inspired by Glinka and Rachmaninoff, respectively.
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Are civilizations doomed?
The film is set in a future
where a failed experiment
to counteract climate
change plunges the planet
into a new ice age, killing
all except for those boarded
on a train. This train now
circles the globe on a constant loop and a tyrannical class system has taken hold. The more social unrest, the less civil rights and justice. The ensemble cast, good writing and high production create a world of its own, claustrophobic and uncom-fortable, in a seemingly doomed civilization.
All texts and visuals were selected and edited by SpareTag.com to animate the following sequences of our original 90-second-short video: