#microcosmic god

[the-final-sentence]

When I think of that I feel frightened.

Theodore Sturgeon, from Microcosmic God

[hurgablurg]

“Microcosmic God“ has been touted as one of the greatest sci-fi stories ever told, but it’s been touted as such for incredibly egotistical reasons.

Some critics believe that it’s a parable of writing fiction, that the passion of creating something is more important than the financial aspects of it yadda yadda yadda. How convenient for those creatives that this dumb little story represents them so well.

But it really isn’t a story about artistic passion? It’s the story of a schmuck, Dr. Kidder, using a tiny civilization he rules over as a cruel, murderous god, to invent things FOR him, for which he takes credit and for which his boss profits from.

He’s not some romantic artist or avatar of human creativity creating love long past his lifespan, he’s a fraudulent little degenerate creep who commits genocide every time his FULLY-SENTIENT “pets” do something that displeases him, like wiping their asses with the wrong hand. A reprehensible trog who is so far up his own ass he doesn’t realize his boss is a literal James bond villain until it’s too late, whereupon he forces his slaves to build something to protect HIM and not like, the rest of the world.

I don’t know about any of you, but as a creative, I find being compared to Kidder a frank insult. Fuck you too.

What’s also offensive is the characterization of Kidder as autistic. Like, okay then, I guess according to these critics, autistic people are empty-headed frauds who want to violently enforce their principles on others. The original author didn’t intend for that interpretation, that’s all on you guys, Thanks for that.

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i finally saw it

[famous1stwords]

Here is a story about a man who had too much power, and a man who took too much, but don’t worry; I’m not going political on you. The man who had the power was named James Kidder and the other was his banker. Kidder was quite a guy. He was a scientist and he lived on a small island off the New England coast all by himself. He wasn’t the dwarfed little gnome of a mad scientist you read about. His hobby wasn’t personal profit, and he wasn’t a megalomaniac with a Russian name and no scruples. He wasn’t insidious, and he wasn’t even particularly subversive. He kept his hair cut and his nails clean and lived and thought like a reasonable human being. He was slightly on the baby-faced side; he was inclined to be a hermit; he was short and plump and—brilliant. His specialty was biochemistry, and he was always called Mr. Kidder. Not “Dr.” Not “Professor.” Just Mr. Kidder. Theodore Sturgeon. Microcosmic God.

[37thand9th]

Microcosmic God

This is an awesome sci fi short story written by Theodore Sturgeon about a scientist who 'creates' beings able to think/create/adopt much faster than humans. Very nice read if you are into fiction. Scary thoughts at the end too.