Sergio De La Pava - A Naked Singularity

“When are you going to do this?”

“As soon as we get suitable subjects. We had one but he died.”

“What?”

“No, not because of anything we did. He died of hair cancer.”

“What?”

“Hair.”

“Hair what?”

“Hair cancer.”

“The hell are you talking about? No such thing.”

“And yet it killed him. Tragically.”

“What killed him? And don’t say hair cancer because no such thing exists.”

“Louie?”

“Cancer of the hair dude, I got it firsthand.”

“There’s no such thing.”

“Tell that to his mortician, man. Meanwhile the guy’s dead of hair cancer is all I know.”

“How do you die from hair cancer exactly?”

“I don’t know. They wanted to do a follectomy but he wouldn’t agree so he died.”

Zzzzzt!

“What the fuck is that noise? That’s like the third time I’ve heard it.”

“Don’t ask, you don’t want to know,” said Alyona.

“Don’t want to know what?”

“You hate them man. Trust me, just let it go.”

“Now I have to know, seems like it’s coming from behind the sofa.”

“Okay man, take a look but just remember I warned you.”

Behind the sofa was a plastic, transparent box. Inside the box a dark raccoon or something was trailed by an extensive tail. At one end of the box were two levers ending in round buttons, one green and one red. A tube extending from above and into the box contained blue pellets that I assumed constituted food. Even from where I was, and I was in no hurry to get any closer, I could see that the floor appeared to be electrified. A memory clicked in and these various elements started to fall into place.

“Is that a—”

“Rat,” said Angus.

Zzzzt! The rat jumped I think hitting the top of the box with his head.

“I thought so, what the hell are you guys doing?”

“It’s complicated,” said Angus. “It’s sort of an experiment.”

“I mean what are you doing?”

“The idea behind the device.”

“What are you doing ?”

“What, it’s just a rat.”

“Those shocks look vicious.”

“And?”

“And you’re responsible for them, you’re creating suffering. Alyona, you on board with this?”

“What are you worried about?” said Angus. “You hate rats, it’s a fucking rat.”

“You’re right I do hate them. That’s the biggest rat I’ve ever seen too.”

“Isn’t it?”

“And it’s black.”

“Practically, yeah.”

“Where the hell did you get it?”

“Fucker broke in,” Louie said. “We had to trap the bastard.”

“In here?”

“Yup.”

“Where?”

“In the kitchen.”

“What the fuck Alyona? Talk to your uncle, we can’t have this. Let’s get a fucking panther in here or something, my goddamn skin’s crawling.”

Zzzzt!

“Look man I hate rats fully, it’s true, but can’t you get that fucking box to stop shocking it like that?”

“It’s all in the name of science dude. Besides aren’t you the same person who ripped that whole animal rights bullshit when we saw that clip of a celeb in fur being splashed with paint?”

“You did rip it,” added Louie.

“I believe your exact words were that if a chimp had to be tortured in order for mankind to figure out a way to make your gloves one degree warmer then let the torture begin.”

“I said that?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I remember it generally but you sure I said chimp?”

“Yup.”

“And not monkey or some other animal?”

“Chimp,” they said together.

“Whatever, I wasn’t going to witness the chimp torture. Why are you shocking it?”

“Angus?”

“Well this is the last stage of the experiment, during which the rat is receiving random electrical shocks of random intensities. You see, initially the rat was in control of its environment. By pressing the green lever it could supply itself with food pellets. If it pressed the red lever it was shocked. Once the rat learned this setup, we switched the levers so that red became food and green the shocks. As I said, now the shocks are random and so is the food. We are essentially teaching the rat the inescapable truth that life is beyond his control. Reward and recrimination are distributed randomly and completely independent of his conduct. Do you know what the result should be on the rat?”

“Learned helplessness or depression I would guess.”

“Wrong, the rat will become depressed and engage in extreme inaction otherwise known as learned helplessness. Alyona and Louie will I’m sure attest that we can already see this happening with our rat friend here. A similar experiment was done with dogs and it worked.”

“What do you mean it worked? Presumably the experiment, which I remember vaguely, was conducted in order to discover or learn something not to create something. The experimenters were curious to see what differences would emerge between the dogs that could terminate their shocks, those that couldn’t, and those that were never shocked. The key difference is the comparison component. This here is not an experiment, you know that Angus. There’s no control group here. You’re not trying to learn anything. You’re basically just torturing a rat. Like I said before, you’re needlessly creating suffering and that seems, no is wrong.”

Zzzzt! The rat twitched violently and I saw maybe a little blood coming from its nose.

“Creating suffering?” said Louie. “Talk about your proverbial drop in the bucket.”

“Seriously,” said Angus without eyeshift. “Who’s the bastard in charge of our glass box? What about Siamese twins?”

“Conjoined,” said Alyona.

“That’s right Siamese fucking twins,” Angus continued. “You thought I forgot about them didn’t you? You’ve seen them right Casi? You come into the world all happy only to find that you’re permanently attached to your sibling. That must be real fun for the parents right? And probably one of them has to die for them to be separated. That’s good huh?”

“Television has shown me babies born with two heads,” said Louie. “Two damn heads! What’s up with that? Somebody up there is taking a perverse pleasure in this shit.”

“Much like Lucy Ricardo often did, God has some ’splaining to do Alyona,” said Angus. “What would he say? And don’t tell me about free will. I’m talking about babies born hideously disfigured solely for the purpose of experiencing extreme suffering prior to being extinguished for good. And don’t forget their parents, devoured from within by psychic Ichneumonidae as a result and don’t even get me started on that . Realize that this is clearly outside the scope of free will, since there is nothing any human being has conceivably done to cause the situation. This is a huge distinction so don’t forget it; I’m not asking how God could allow some dude to walk into McDonald’s and spray the place with bullets, since I’m sure you’ll say God has to give that dude autonomy for morality and even life to have any meaning. Fine. Bullshit but fine. What about the kid born with two heads though? Explain why God so loved the world he gave it twins of the Siamese variety that an infernal boiling agony should suffer unto their parents the length and breadth of their interminable days.”

“Fine, I’ll play devil’s advocate if that’s the role you want to cast me in,” said Alyona. “God might say that suffering is a necessary component of life, at least the kind of life that’s desirable. Suffering tests people in ways nothing else can. By passing these tests people evolve and develop, they become better people. The alternative, a world free of suffering, is heaven and nobody ever said this was heaven. But there is a heaven don’t forget that. Maybe you think this right here is hell. Fine. But what if I told you that to get to heaven you need to pass through hell, that such a layover is the only way you can arrive at that glorious place? Would you still want to go? Would you endure the price? Would it be worth it?”