Look hard enough into a dystopia, and you’ll find an allegory of the here and now.

In The Time Machine, the barely human Elois and Morlocks are the result of class divisions from Victorian society, and they are destined to die out as casualties of a cold and uncaring universe.  In Pixar’s film WALL-E, future humanity is portrayed as a race of obese couch potatoes controlled by a Walmart-esque corporation.  It isn’t terribly hard to see what’s bothering them in each case.

So what about this season’s new science fiction show, Fractale? It stands out for being a science fiction anime that is neither cyberpunk nor set in space.  In fact, like those examples I just cited, Fractale is in a subgenre of science fiction that deals with the implications of post-scarcity.

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In a post-scarcity world, society no longer structures itself around the value of physical goods.  We usually assume that this would happen with the help of advanced technology, where the production of goods becomes so effortless that our old value systems collapse.  After all, what is gold really worth if you can produce as much as you want at the touch of a button?  But we haven’t quite gotten there yet, which is why this is usually treated as a distant future concept.

Or is it? We already live in a world where nearly any media, in principle, can be made into an infinite number of perfect copies and transmitted anywhere on the globe in seconds.  And say what you will about the ethics of pirating, this has resulted in fascinating shifts of value.  Now even identity is cheap; on screen, the only difference between a real user on Twitter and a spam bot is our fuzzy human instincts.

The Fractale system provides post-scarcity.  And on the surface, Clain has everything taken care of: food, parental units, friends and hobbies.  But the food is packaged nutrients, the parents and friends are phantasmal doppels/“doubles” dispersible at will, and the hobby is collecting fragments.  There’s a disturbing lack of intimacy in this world, beneath the fantastical Da Vinci flying machines and rustic country surroundings.

However, it’s a kind of dissociation that we in the audience already know.  For some of us it’s even on the same scale, where we talk to our friends on Skype, play games on PS3 and never actually have to interact with a human being in the flesh.  If it weren’t for the bizarre Joan Miro-esque doppels and textbooks flat-out telling us that the Fractale system is amazing, I suspect we’d find Fractale’s setting only slightly fantastical.

Clain is simply an otaku in a postmodern otaku future, in a world of endless artifice.  So far it doesn’t seem like such a bad dystopia to live in.  But dystopia it is, for the heart and soul.

 

It's no wonder the poor boy has trouble dealing with a real girl.

Further reading

Aorii wonders if there’s even any reality under the fake god. Food for thought.