CBS released the latest addition to the Star Trek universe
in Spring 2020, a ten-episode limited series to run concurrently with their
other ST property,
Discovery, which is now in season 3. I’m writing this
post under the assumption that possible readers are at least somewhat familiar
with the broader contours of the Star Trek universe, even as its new
multi-verse approach complicates much of the basic, linear chronologies of the
original series, the first ten films, and the
Next Generation.
Deep
Space Nine,
Voyager, and
Enterprise all fit into the original
canon with more-or-less ease, though the introduction of a time war in
Enterprise
inaugurated an approach to the franchise that began to incorporate non-linear
temporalities that challenge the confines of filmic narrative. Then the “new”
films and their short-lived fame literally blew up the original chronology by
destroying both Romulus (due to a supernova in the future) and Vulcan (due to a
Romulan ship traveling backwards in time to the past), both after
The
Undiscovered Country was premised around the demise of the Klingon Empire.
In short, it sucks to be from alien world in Star Trek; or, more specifically,
it sucks to be an alien.
The new universal stage of Star Trek should, in theory, be
completely alternative. The destruction of Vulcan occurred before what would be
the timeline for the original series. The destruction of Romulus (which
occurred first, in the future) provides a narrative closure after the events of
Voyager and the Next Gen films. Thus, Discovery, which is
ostensibly set in the pre-original series days before Vulcan has gone the way
of Alderaan, has become an exploration of alternate dimensions of space/time
wherein a ship can appear instantly in any place in the galaxy (Captain Janeway
is jealous) and Michael can be an archangel figure literally creating her own
story by darting through time from the future to control the present in an
omnipotent fashion that starts to beggar belief after a while. I believe in
season 3 they are now stuck in the distant future, or maybe it’s all just a
holodeck simulation—much as we are all maybe a simulation and our reality is
itself a fantasy that boils down to a cat in a box with a jar of radioactive
isotopes connected to a hammer hovering over a glass vial of poison. I’ve read
about season 3, but I gave up watching midway through season 2 when it just
seemed like the show had no future.
Enter Picard, the COVID installment. This new series
focuses on the titular Jean-Luc (JL) in what should be the pleasant days of his
retirement, but with a rather significant catch. The series takes place on the
original timeline (sans Spock, who is now stuck forever in that alternative
timeline because of that whole red matter thing). It is 20 years after the
events of the final installment of the Next Gen movie franchise, Nemesis;
a bit longer since the events of Insurrection, a film that began with
Data going off the ranch due to his programming being compromised and also
involves bad guys who use wretchedly bad plastic-surgery to hide their true
identities (they literally reconstruct the skin of their faces like the campiest
over-done joke about facelifts in the history of film—the joke: too many
facelifts and you look kinda inhuman; the moral: too many facelifts and you
aren’t human anymore; the deeper implication: plastic surgery is superficial
and can’t change the bad soul within). In Nemesis, plastic surgery has
gotten even more complex—the Romulans have even made a fake JL, but his
unnatural construction doesn’t make for a happy life. Sadly, the concept of
species-changing reconstructive surgery is retro-fitted into Discovery
with that whole white Klingon turned dark-skinned human thing in season 1—apparently,
the best spy is the one who can hide in the actual skin of their enemies, but
the better spy is the one who might even forget their origins because of the
trauma of transition to their insidious skin-show. From a trans perspective, to
frame surgically constructed identity as sneaky and artificial is to imply that
one is born, say, Klingon, and always will be Klingon, as Voq so amply
demonstrates. Ash Tyler may look human, but remind him of his origins, and even
in painfully acquired Terran drag, he is and always will be Klingon (he already
stood out anyway—again, he was the white Klingon, and—who’d have guessed
it—their future leader). There is no trans identity; there is just the mask of
the inherent identity that cannot change.
Picard is also set after the explosion of the Romulan
Star, from whence has derived the very name of the Romulan Star Empire. Now
Romulans are space refugees. JL had played a significant role in helping them
resettle and even has two house-servant Romulans who owe him fealty in a
feudalist kind of way at his French vineyard. However, approximately 14 years
prior to the start of the series, advances in synthetic/android technology
seemed to have led to a coup by the androids on Mars, where they were helping
terraform the planet for Romulan settlement. These androids lowered the
planetary shields, which led to the destruction of the colony and the loss of
90,000-odd lives.
JL, mourning Data’s death after the events of Nemesis,
wants both to continue helping Romulans and continue promoting the development
of artificial intelligence to re-achieve the advanced lifeform construction
that manifested as Data. As we are reminded throughout the series, Data’s
complexity was unique in a time when AI was otherwise nowhere near
sophisticated enough to achieve Data’s level of humanity (notably, in First
Contact, a significant part of the plot revolves around the Borg grafting
actual skin onto Data’s arm to tempt him to betray his human companions—and I
could write an entirely separate blog about how the Borg also signify anxieties
over post-humanism and artificiality; in fact, they play a significant role as
such in Picard).
After the attack on Mars, JL challenges the Federation’s
decisions to scale back resettlement of Romulans and questions the wisdom of
banning additional development of AI. He resigns in protest; his resignation is
accepted. And que the new series, all these years later. We first re-encounter JL
having tea with Data and play chess, a dream sequence in which JL stalls the
inevitable outcome (Data wins) because he doesn’t want the game to end—an apt
metaphor for JL’s character. He just wants to get out into space again—but the
future is a bit like an undiscovered country, and JL turns out to have a tumor
in his brain, a residual growth related to his previous Borg implants. He is
actually dying from one of the few conditions which the advances of science in
his sci-fi world cannot save him, or so it seems. Little does JL know that
Data’s “daughter” is on earth and in need of his assistance. But the show
begins in just a dream, and on waking to the real world, JL codes as an old man
in search of an adventure and still mourning his lost friend from the exile of
his vineyard. Only once in the series is there a reference to his artificial
heart, which seems to cause no anxiety for anyone. Alas, perhaps humans don’t
need a real heart, just a real body. Wholly artificial bodies are bad!
So, Romulans, AI, Jean-Luc, and memories of that perfect
robot Data—and was he a robot, or did he achieve something more? Or are
“robots” just machines; can a robot as a robot be a life form? And what is
life, exactly? Or humanity? versus what is artificial? Life itself, or just
intelligence?
In the sutured storylines animating this new incarnation of
the original Star Trek universe, I doubt it was the intention of the producers
to construct a narrative of trans futurity and its attendant anxieties—though
that Michael Chabon helped develop the story certainly offers credibility to
queer readings of it—but nonetheless, especially the first half of the series
is saturated with rhetoric of transphobia and trans affirmation. Whether or not
Picard ever settles the tensions that arise between them is up for
debate, no doubt, but one can’t deny the show wouldn’t make meaning without
embedding this discourse in its otherwise Sci-Fi frame.
The features of the series directly relevant to trans
discourse—and its attendant transphobia—are as follows:
1.) Data—the series fundamentally centers on the absent
center, the aporia that is Lt. Commander Data. In the Next Gen series,
Data’s journey from android to human formed a central part of the
weekly/seasonal narrative, to the extent the show had overarching narratives
(at the time, TV was still mostly devoted to episodic structures whereas now
most mainstream shows read like chapter books). In Nemesis, Data
sacrifices himself to save the Enterprise crew, and in Picard, the
writers insert the theory that a single positronic neutron (or something?) from
Data’s body could be used to recreate Data’s entire neural web. But that is not
enough, for Data was not just an ultra-advanced feedback loop of AI learning;
he was also a body that could be programmed to feel emotion but was,
nonetheless, primarily inorganic—he was a thinking machine. He appears at the
start and end of the series, but his legacy is the fulcrum, an actual absent
center, around which the plot revolves when we learn that a scientist working
to solve the problem of re-creating a being as complex as Data did, in fact,
scour the cosmos for the one sub-atomic particle left over from him that could
then lead to additional developments even after his death.
To this extent, Data’s one neutron is zygotic. He cannot
reproduce in a sexual fashion similar to the binary heterosexual systems of
mammalian life on earth, but his “cell” can be used to create new life—and his
creation is framed in the Next Gen series and in Picard as being
a true quantum leap in AI evolution, the duplication of which seems impossible
without his “cell.” Herein Picard nods to evolutionary biology and
Freudianism. First, the spark of life that led to self-reproducing organisms in
a primordial sea is the spark that has alluded all subsequent knowledge save
that of Victor Frankenstein. Similarly, one Data is all the Data we get—to recreate
that spark of life is otherwise impossible. Second, as Freud describes in
Beyond the Pleasure Principle, sex is just an “intimation of immortality”
wherein a cell seeks to live even beyond its own death by reproducing its DNA
in a new cell that can, in theory, produce its own new cell on to infinity—life
is immortal even if any single life is not.
Data’s quantum leap does not, however, mean he represents
irreducible complexity. He had a predecessor, a “brother,” named B4. The name
is not even a veiled reference. Before Data was B4, the inhuman android. Data’s
perfection is that despite his imperfection, he wants to be human; B4 does not.
Picard plays on this blunt taxonomy. On Mars, on the
day of the catastrophe when the androids rebel and destroy the colony, the
series cannot show ALL the androids suddenly changing their otherwise
subservient behavior into mass homicidal maniacs. Rather, the series follows one
android working with “his” small group of humans. This android is vaguely like
Data—yellow eyes, unnaturally greenish skin. He is the next step in AI, not a
thinking machine like Data but a useful worker in a bigger system for the
betterment of the galaxy. His designation is F8.
F8 goes haywire, and suddenly reprograms the computer system
to shut down the planetary shields, thus allowing a band of renegade Romulans
to destroy the Martian colony—14 years late, JL tells us, the surface of Mars still
burns.
After his role in lowering the shields, F8 takes a laser
mining gun and murders his human companions. Then, of course, he turns the gun
on himself. Our last visual of him is from the back, as he puts the gun to his own
head. He is also unlike Data in that he is bald. His number is printed on the
back of his head. F8, or FATE, then kills himself. The symbolism is abundantly
clear. To pursue artificial life is suicide for humanity—for all organic
things. Indeed, F8, Data, B4, and all the other androids later introduced in
the series are substantially superior to their organic counterparts. So, qua Terminator,
what will keep them from killing us one day when they realize how awesomely
more awesome they are than we could ever be? Or will we organics just sort of,
you know, die out—like we do, and all.
2.) The ban—as a result of the attack on Mars, the
Federation institutes a ban on artificial life forms and on experiments to
develop them, even if to create ones less given to whatever flaw led to F8’s
betrayal (we later learn it was an inside job by the Romulans who hate
artificial intelligence, but we aren’t there yet). On the one hand, the ban
represents a direct critique of bans on stem cell research; Dana and Riker are
now married with children but mourn a child they lost to a simple infection
that could have been easily treated with a protocol developed in a positronic
matrix, such as the ones necessary to sustain androids like Data, at least
according to Star Trek lore. But that ban! Their child dies. Bans on scientific
research are bad, the show seems to say.
It also reads, if more in code, as fear of trans bodies. The
entire discourse about “artificial” life is a surrogate for fear of non-human,
or more properly, post-humanist, “life.” Powerful forces want to stop
technology from being something that serves a “natural order” with humans—and
their Romulan, Vulcan, and even Klingon counterparts—on top. But to imply fear
of post-humanist science is to defer to humanism, which as a branch of
philosophy is embedded with naturalizing rhetoric meant to praise the human
form so long as that form is binarily gendered, heterosexist, and “natural”
like all non-queer things supposedly are. Per J. Jack Halberstam, trans
discourse moves away from such privileged discussions of “natural” bodies with
their “natural” roles and functions; and if Halberstam embraces the label of
post-humanist, there is also an extent to which heterosexist humanists deny the
humanism of trans identity and thus push it into “post-humanism” as a category
for inferiority, as if to say, “see, you’ve taken this too far!”
That last note is where the anti-trans rhetoric emerges in Picard—which
is not to say the writers or producers endorse anti-trans discourse so much as
they create a narrative that serves as a metaphor for it, as Sci-Fi often does
for so many of our societal anxieties. The ban in Picard is, quite
literally, a fear of the post-human galaxy overrun with AI, artificially,
non-real bodies that are not governed by the biological (read: natural) order
of organic life. To call trans bodies artificial, or otherwise uncut them for
not being “the real thing” (as Marjorie Garber phrases it in her seminal trans
studies essay, “Spare Part”) is nothing new. Even as I write this post, the
early days of the Biden administration and its open endorsement of trans rights
has already led to a re-emergence of the violent, caustic anti-trans rhetoric
of the latter Obama years—never silenced just unnecessary when the Trump
administration was so actively undermining trans existence.
The extent to which artificial and synthetic are used
interchangeably in the series, the same critique holds. Only real, natural, and
organic lives matter—those unreal, artificial, synthetic things are not to be
trusted anymore.
3) The Tal-Shiar/Zhat Vash—the former is the secret Romulan
police that everyone knows about, but that is now, quite surprisingly, carrying
out missions on Earth, which is a stone too far no matter how generous a treaty
with the Romulan Star Empire had been post-supernova. More grimly, the Zhat
Vash is the secret police inside the secret police—Romulans are the Id in Star
Trek for intrigue and secrecy compared to the id that is the Klingon’s
unfettered emotions or to id that is the Vulcan’s utter logic. Each are
manifestations of distinctly human projections. Notably, this secret-secret police is
specifically determined to rid the galaxy of artificial life. As JL’s Romulan friend
asks, “Did you ever notice the complete absence of artificial intelligence on
Romulus?” It is a good question. In the Next Gen series, Data is the
emblem for a natural progression from tricorders that know everything to ship
computers that make the body of the vessel a nearly living thing. Undoubtedly,
that kind of wildly powerful technology is moving closer to fully autonomous
AI, but before Data (B4?) such a step had not been achieved.
On Romulus, apparently, even the intermediary steps were
greatly underdeveloped for fear that one day AI would take over and all organic
life would die (or be killed—at any rate, it would be superfluous). To this
extent, the Zhat Vash represents the more reactionary elements of real, 21st-century
American society that actively employs anti-trans rhetoric to advance
transphobia to erase trans lives.
In Picard, members of the Zhat Vash have infiltrated
the highest levels of the Federation as well as the Tal-Shiar. Whereas the
Tal-Shiar would represent something like the John Birch Society, the Zhat Vash
are the actual unregenerate Nazis. Both stand in for right-wing extremism in
its multi-dimensional forms in our current reality. Despite being recognized by
anyone with half a brain as “bad,” they nonetheless exert enormous influence on
the Federation and shift it into a conservativism in direct contrast to the
science-based, liberal, inclusive Federation JL once spoke for in the far
reaches of the Alpha-quadrant. But let me be clear about what is being
signified here—though everyone would say the Tal-Shiar is sketchy and the Zhat
Vash crazy and dangerous, nonetheless, the Federation adopts their extremist
policies, so long as they can keep distance from the actual group associate
with it. Similarly, vast swaths of American society readily embrace right-wing
bigotry, so long as its spouted by ostensibly credible sources like Senators
and Congresspeople, who could never—just never, I tell you—actually be the
crazies in the conspiracy cults.
4.) Elnor and the Qowat Milat—though Elnor’s character promises
early in the series to play a significant role, by midway through, it seems
like the writers literally don’t know where to put him, so he hides out on the “artifact,”
a Borg cube in Romulan space looking for lost causes to defend with his life.
He is a member of the Qowat Milat—sort of. The Qowat Milat is an order of assassin
nuns from Romulan society. They employ “absolute candor” in their speech and
dealings, and at times they are described as being the anti-thesis of the Zhat Vash . . . or the Tal-Shiar. This angle of the narrative remains underdeveloped.
They don’t so much embrace artificial intelligence as they spurn the secrecy of
their nemeses within Romulan society. And they are also nuns, which is to say
that they are an all-female order. And yet, there is Elnor, the boy Qowat
Milat.
Elnor’s family dies in the Romulan supernova. JL arranges
for him to be taken in by the Qowat Milat on a refugee planet until he can find
a more suitable arrangement. The queer value of an all-female assassins’
sisterhood has precedent in other queer-inflected texts, though they are presented
as nuns (ergo, celibate) who have no interests in raising a boy child.
14 years earlier, JL had been visiting Elnor when the attack
on Mars occurred. He promised to return to visit Elnor, who sees JL as a
father-figure. JL cannot keep his promise after the attack. Thus, when we meet the
now-grown Elnor, he has been raised by the Qowat Milat who, having not other
options, raised him as a member of their warrior sisterhood.
On the one hand, Evan Evagora plays Elnor certainly as a badass
ninja warrior, but his build seems suggestively feminine, his voice soft and
young. He can code as queer for these reasons alone, and certainly Evagora
brings a sex appeal to the series for young male and female fans alike.
On the other hand, his gender identity is unfixed. Other
Romulans recognize that he is a “boy” Qowat Milat, and they regularly call him
by feminine pronouns. Certainly, this designation is intended as at least
partially insulting, but Elnor never seems to mind, nor flinch. He accepts that
he has grown into this role wherein he is read as feminine to match his inclusion
into the Qowat Milat that raised him—which also seems unperturbed that it had
to bend its rules in the face of an actual global (Romulan) catastrophe. “He”
needed a home. He became a sister. The series does not fill any lack in his
masculinity by making him lovestruck over any female character, artificial or
otherwise. In fact, his most endearing moments are with Raffi and Seven of
Nine, both of whom hug him as if he is a lost little boy and they his logical
mothers.
5.) The Borg—no revival of JL’s character could be complete
without the Borg making an appearance, though if the Borg were the end-all of
bad guys for a solid 25 years of Star Trek series, the recent reinventions of
the original series in the new films and in Discovery have noticeably
erased them in favor of other supposed threats. No doubt a few formal scholars
and no small number of cultural commentators and fans have commented on the
Borg as metaphors for anxieties in the 1980s and 1990s about increasing
computerization and alienation in our ever-globalizing economy. Indeed, what is
the difference between a device drilled into your head to make you part of the
collective and a device you carry in your hand all day to track your movements
and feed you news?
The Borg also represent the fully appendaged body—thanks to
nano-technology, being “Borg” is literally having your body adjusted to be a
monstrous cyborg, an erasure of humanity into artificial technologies that also
erase individuality. Basically, the Borg are post-human, too. The Borg,
however, do not create fully autonomous AI. Rather, they integrate body with
not-body, real with artificial, thus creating the most frightening monsters of
all.
Except, of course, for the de-Borged. In Picard, we
encounter a Cube that has been rejected by the collective. The former Borg on
the Cube are now being re-humanized, but their bodies are scarred, their
memories unable to erase the trauma of assimilation. They present in the series
as grotesqueries, and Romulans and humans alike see them as sub-human more than
post-human. Their lives and deaths literally don’t matter—there is an actual
point at which thousands are jettisoned, namelessly, into space to die. The
incident happens and is barely mentioned again. In Picard, the Borg
almost feels like a plot device simply to give JL and his crew a mid-season
destination, except for the appearance of Seven of Nine.
6.) Seven of Nine—one could reasonably argue that the
original intention of adding Seven of Nine to the cast of Voyager was to
have Jeri Ryan’s statuesque figure in tights on screen as much as possible to
appeal to a certain type of Sci-Fi viewer who prefers such things. In Picard,
Seven is thoughtfully repurposed. The still gorgeous Ryan plays a hardened
space cowboy who also doubles as a mother figure for former Borg like herself.
She is a lesbian who was previously duped by a woman who trades in Borg parts,
usually by cutting them out of living Borg (Seven manipulates JL and his crew
to pay revenge on said former lover, whom she vaporizes with no guilty
conscience at all). At the end of the season, she is seen holding hands with
Raffi, JL’s female “number one” whose backstory of alcoholism and the loss of a
connection with her now grown son haunt her—both were caused by the events on
Mars and Raffi’s insistence that Romulans had planned it. Raffi’s “conspiracy
theories” are dismissed as crazy, but she was, of course, right. Raffi failed
to understand the anti-synth element that motivated the attack—Romulans used
artificial lives to cause a small catastrophe to pressure the Federation to ban
additional AI development to prevent their apocalyptic belief from coming to fruition,
that a synth revolution is soon to destroy all organic life in the galaxy.
Seven continues her role from Voyager (a riff on JL’s
own Borg experience) to humanize the victims of assimilation. For all their
grotesque medical-freak-show appearances, former Borg are still subjects with
agency and individuality that must be restored to them despite their mangled
appearance.
I’d argue that “former Borg” status is not a nod to reverse
transitioning. Rather, the former Borg represent the literally hideous body,
mutilated by the loss of their agency. Now they are enfreaked as inhuman but
challenge viewers to see the beauty in the destabilized body. If former Borg
can live and think freely, then assimilation might be trauma, but life remains,
even when partially artificial.
More pointedly, in a flashback scene, Seven has to euthanize
a fellow former Borg when she arrives to late to save him from a surgery to
harvest his valuable tech, that is also an integrated part of his body. Seven
refers to former Borg as her family—a nod to the idea that shared experience
creates family in the absence of biological relatives. These “logical” families
are a cornerstone of queer community and identity, as signified by Seven’s
lesbianism. Seven and the former Borg represent otherness as a mode of
community along deeply queer frames of reference; their bodily otherness
signals to ability/disability discourse and queer identity beyond intact bodies
figured as natural that are still, by degrees, figuratively queer. That they
love and empathize with each other in the aftermath of their shared trauma
makes them a visible reminder of another particular community from the late 80s
and 90s—the gay community that survived, not without deep emotional and
physical trauma, the AIDS crisis. Both are communities seen as expendable by
those in power; both find in their collective trauma the beauty not inherent in
intimations of immortality but in simple, day-to-day continuance of life.
7.) Soji/Dahj—Data’s daughters, the lynchpin of the series,
are “twins” born in the dual-productive process of android creation (they are
made in pairs). Both are works of art—Dr. Jurati, a troubled roboticist who
once dreamed of creating autonomous synthetic life, remarks that the
craftsmanship that created both was not simply a matter of utility, but that
the addition of frivolous, asymmetrical features, such as moles on the face,
make Soji, at least, a work of art. Jurati never met Dahj.
Both are artificial. Neither knows it. Both are androids
with actual organic matter incorporated into their matrices. They are as human
as humans, and maybe even more human, too. In community, one could say they
attain realness, at first because of their ignorance and possibly moreover as
they learn their histories, leading Soji on a journey of self-discovery as
clear as any mythos recorded by Joseph Campbell. Soji, who lives (Dahj dies in
an attack of the Tal-Shiar), is the hero with a thousand faces, and her
particular face is actually shared by her own twin and by a previous pair of
androids, one of whom also died as a result of fear of these artificial lives.
Soji becomes a bit of a Pinocchio, always wondering if she
is a real girl. JL and others seem determined to agree she is, but not without
some hesitation—JL, Riker, and Dana all seem more determined to celebrate Soji
as an android despite Soji’s desire to remain “real” in her own mind. Herein
lies the muddiness of the series—by midway through, the affirmation of Soji’s
uniqueness overtakes the rhetoric of her sameness. It is basically like having
a bunch of friends who just have to keep reminding you that it is so totally
okay and awesome to be trans when you really want them to see you as just a boy
or just a girl or, for that matter, just a person.
The question in trans discourse about when one is trans and
if one can arrive at a cis identity is not without precedent, but the biggest
reason Picard was clearly not written with this discourse intentionally
in mind is the clumsy way it never quite can resolve it effectively in the
second half of the series. Perhaps there is no resolution that functions
universally for all trans lives, but the series does not fail for celebrating
ambiguities and possibilities. It fails because it can’t control the
reverberations of its rhetoric into trans discourse. When it seems aware that
it is making a bigger point, it turns to moralizing from an outsider
perspective—it is, at best, showing cis people how to be supportive of your
trans friends. It is not, necessarily, speaking to a trans audience.
This is just an outline of the way in which Picard
finds itself infused with a trans discourse, and even if that discourse slips
away from the show by the latter episodes, it is important to acknowledge that
the show is not only speaking to trans identity, but it is also indebted to the
discourse that derives therefrom. Indeed, Picard dwells at length on the
future of the galaxy itself as we, in our own time, contemplate computerization
and automation through considerably more banal but no less relevant lenses.
Good Science-fiction is always about the society that produced it and gives
voice to the anxieties and tensions of its origins—what will become of us; how
will our current policies play out? These questions could become the subject of
political debates that diffuse them into partisanship; or, when we are lucky,
they animate stories of futurity that speculate on improbabilities that suggest
to us the err, or sometimes the grace, of our ways.
In this regard, Picard may mostly be a treatise on
computers and technologies, but it roots these concerns in technologies of the
body and in the very nature of the human form itself. Where is the line between
the artificial and the real body? Or so it seems to ask. Asked differently, it
also broaches the enigmas of metaphysics: who has the right to define the
nature of life? And what is natural, by the way?
To ruminate on these questions, Picard needs a
discourse from our present to ground the vagaries of the metaphysical into an
experiential realm. Thus, it finds itself employing a discourse about trans
identity and (post)humanism to say, however inelegantly, that there is no such
thing as synthetic nor artificial life, only life and death, and that which is
living should always be privileged, even when it doesn’t fit our preconceived
notion of what is natural, organic, or whole.
I wouldn’t argue Picard is a trans narrative, but it
couldn’t exist without trans narrative. That feels like that kind of statement
worth putting to words.