Weblog #3: Frankenstein Reloaded

The more my group and I discussed Frankenstein, the more interested we became in the idea of hubris and how it persists in modern pop culture. Our society is obsessed with the idea of playing God. Stories like I, Robot, Battlestar Galactica, The Matrix, and so many more are based off of the idea of man creating life in his own image, only to have that life betray him. These plots echo that of Mary Shelley's masterpiece in a certain way.

The only way that I could think to do justice to this topic was to write a short sequel to the original novel. This story was in part inspired by the in-class discussion today.

Frankenstein Reloaded: Captain Victor, Space Cowboy
by Caleb Palmquist

Victor exhaled for the last time, allowing the sweet release of death to take him into the beyond. He would never catch up with the monster, but at least it was over. That's what he thought, at least.

Victor bolted upright, gasping for breath. He was covered in a pink goo, which he began to claw at furiously. He was totally naked.  The air was cold and damp.

"Hello Victor. Welcome home," said a strangely familiar voice. Victor turned to see himself kneeling next to the pod that he had woken up in. The other Victor was smiling, and offered his hand toward the first Victor. How could this be? Is this what heaven looks like?

"This isn't heaven, Victor. You are on board a Cylon resurrection ship."

"What is a Cylon? I don't understand."

"Just take my hand."

And he did. And then he understood everything. But Victor didn't want to be part of an evil armada bent on the destruction of the human race, so he escaped, stole a cargo ship, and hauled ass back to Earth. When he got there he picked up the monster just before he died in the ice. They both apologized to each other and promised never to fight again. From that day on they explored the stars, robbing from the rich and spending the money they stole frivolously. Victor used Cylon technology to create a gross monster Cylon so the monster could have a mate. All was well in the Universe.

The end.

Oh and also in the very end Victor was being a brat so the monster and his new robot wife ate him. And they were too far away from a resurrection ship or some other convenient sci-fi excuse, so Victor couldn't be resurrected and was dead forever. And that's how Frankenstein's monster became a sweet cannibal space pirate/ terror of the skies.