Darwin’s Artificial
Ancestors and the Terroristic Dream of the Transparency of the Good1
Jean
Baudrillard
(Paris, France).
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...perhaps
we may see this as a kind of adventure, a heroic test: to take the
artificialization of living beings as far as possible in order to see, finally,
what part of human nature survives the greatest ordeal. If we discover that not
everything can be cloned, simulated, programmed, genetically and neurologically
managed, then whatever survives could be truly called ‘human’: some inalienable
and indestructible human quality could finally be identified. Of course, there
is always the risk, in this experimental adventure, that nothing will pass the
test – that the human will be permanently eradicated.2
There
is some justice that modern man treats himself as a waste product, having
treated the Indians the same way.3
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The
worst of it is that, in the course of this universal recycling of waste, which
has become our historic task, the human race is beginning to produce itself as
waste-product, to carry out this work of waste disposal on itself. What is
worst is not that we are submerged by the waste-products of industrial and
urban concentration, but that we ourselves are transformed into residues.
Nature – the natural world – is becoming residual, insignificant, an encumbrance,
and we do not know how to dispose of it. By producing highly centralized
structures, highly developed urban, industrial and technical systems, by
remorselessly condensing down programmes, functions and models, we are
transforming all the rest into waste, residues, useless relics. By putting the
higher functions into orbit, we are transforming the planet itself into a
waste-product, a marginal territory, a peripheral space. Building a motor way,
a hypermarket or a metropolis automatically means transforming all that
surrounds it into desert. Creating ultra-rapid communication networks
immediately means transforming human exchange into a residue. The example of
Biosphere 2 is an eloquent one: in the image of ideal synthesis it wishes to
provide of our planet, in its character as experimental artifact, it is a way
of transforming our environment into an archaic residue, to be tipped into the
dustbins of natural history.
As
for the dustbins of history themselves, they are not so much full of events or
outdated ideologies as of present events, immediately voided of their meaning
by news, transformed into crusher residues, into a charnel-house of images.
News is the excremental production of the event as waste; it is the current
dustbin of history. There is nothing to counter the implacable rule which states
that the virtual produces the real as its waste product. No ecology – no
benevolent ecology – can do anything to stop it. It would take a maleficent
ecology – one which treats evil with evil.
Moreover,
waste is today produced as such. We build huge office spaces which are intended
to remain eternally empty (the spaces, like the people, are “laid off”). We put
up buildings that are still-born, remnants which will never have been anything
but remnants (our age no longer produces ruins or relics, only wastes and
residues). Genuine monuments to disaffection with the human project, insofar as
all that was asked of them was to provide employment, to keep the economic
wheels turning for the time required by their useless construction. Perhaps it
is they which stand as true testimony to this civilization – commemorating
within its own lifetime an industrial and bureaucratic system that is already
dead? Here again, history is taking a fantastic step backwards by building the
ruins of the future, the ruins of an apparatus which continues to grow like a
virtual waste-product. One can imagine entire towns put together not from the
wastes of what has already served a purpose and therefore retained some trace of
its previous usage, but of things that were waste “from the outset” (this is
already the case with generations of missiles, and with industrial plant and
real estate), assured of never growing old or being revived in any memory – the
phantoms of breakneck investment and even more rapid disinvestment.
The
production of waste as waste is accompanied by its idealization and its
promotion in advertising; It is the same with the production of man as waste-product,
which is accompanied by his being idealized and promoted in the form of human
rights. Idealization always goes with abjection, just as charity always goes
with destitution. This is a kind of symbolic rule. A new wave of
human-beings-as-waste (“boat people”, deportees, the disappeared, “ghost-people”
of all kinds) is accompanied by a new human rights offensive.
Hence
the recent proposal, following this same logic, from the moment it achieved the
status of virtual waste-product, to accord nature international recognition of
its rights, to elevate it to the status of a subject in law. Thus the “contrat
naturel”4 amounts
to a definitive recognition of nature as waste. Just as, in bygone days, the
recognition of the rights of the unfortunate meant not their emancipation as
citizens, but their liberation as the unfortunate.
It
is always the same with rights: the right to water, the right to air, the right
to existence, etc. It is when all these fine things have disappeared that the
law arrives to grant their disappearance official recognition. The law is like
religious faith. If God exists, there is no need to believe in Him. If people
do believe in Him, this is because the self-evidence of his existence has
passed away. Thus, when people obtain the right to life, the fact is that they
are no longer able to live. When nature is recognized as a subject in law, as
it is by Michel Serres, we have objectified it to death, and this ecological
cover merely asserts our right to go on doing so.
All
this has been brought about by the highly dubious way in which the concept of
nature has evolved. What was initially matter became energy. The modern
discovery of nature consists in its liberation as energy and in a mechanical
transformation of the world. After having first been matter, and then energy,
nature is today becoming an interactive subject. It is ceasing to be an object,
but this is bringing it all the more surely into the circuit of subjection. A
dramatic paradox, and one which also affects human beings: we are much more
compromised when we cease to be objects and become subjects. This is a trick
that was pulled on us long ago in the name of absolute liberation. Let's not
pull the same one on nature. For the ultimate danger is that, in an
interactivity built up into a total system of communication, there is no other;
there are only subjects – and, very soon, only subjects without objects. All
our problems today as civilized beings originate here: not in an excess of
alienation, but a disappearance of alienation in favour of a maximum
transparency between subjects. An unbearable situation, all the more so for the
fact that, in foisting on nature the status of a subject in law, we are also
foisting on it all the vices of subjectivity, decking it out, in our own image,
with a bad conscience, with nostalgia (for a lost object which, in this case,
can only be us), with a range of drives in particular, an impulse for revenge.
The “balance” we hear so much of in ecology (“out of balance”) is not so much
that of planetary resources and their exploitation as the metaphysical one
between subject and object. Now, that metaphysical subject/object balance is
being upset and the subject, armed as he is with all the technologies of
advanced communication (technologies on whose horizon the object has
disappeared), is the beneficiary. Once that balance is disrupted, it inevitably
sparks violent reactions on the part of the object. Just as individuals counter
the transparency and virtual responsibility inflicted on them as subjects with unexplainable
acts, acts of resistance, failure, delinquency and collective disorder, so
nature counters this enforced promotion, this consensual, communicational blackmail,
with various forms of behaviour that are radically other, such as catastrophes,
upheavals, earthquakes and chaos. It would seem that nature does not really
feel a sense of responsibility for itself, nor does it react to our efforts to
give it one. We are, admittedly, indulging in a (bad) ecological conscience and
attempting, by this moral violence, to stave off possible violence on nature's
part. But if, by offering it the status of subject, we are handing it the same
poisoned chalice as we gave to the decolonized nations, we ought not to be
surprised if it behaves irrationally merely so as to assert itself as such.
Contrary to the underlying Rousseauist ideology, which argues that the profound
nature of the liberated subject can only be good and that nature itself, once
emancipated, cannot but be endowed with natural equilibrium and all the
ecological virtues, there is nothing more ambiguous or perverse than a subject.
Now, nature is also germs, viruses, chaos, bacteria and scorpions,
significantly eliminated from Biosphere 2 as though they were not meant to
exist. Where are the deadly little scorpions, so beautiful and so translucent, which one sees in
the Desert Museum not far away, scorpions whose magical sting certainly
performs a higher, invisible – but necessary – function within our Biosphere 1:
the incarnation of evil, of the venomous evil of chance, the mortal innocence
of desire (the desire for death) in the equilibrium of living beings?
What
they have forgotten is that what binds living beings together is something
other than an ecological, biospherical solidarity, something other-than the
homeostatic equilibrium of a system: it is the cycle of metamorphoses. Man is
also a scorpion, just as the Bororo are araras and, left to himself in
an expurgated universe, he becomes, himself, a scorpion.5
In
short, it is not by expurgating evil that we liberate good. Worse, by liberating
good, we also liberate evil. And this is only right: it is the rule of the
symbolic game. It is the inseparability of good and evil which constitutes our
true equilibrium, our true balance. We ought not to entertain the illusion that
we might separate the two, that we might cultivate good and happiness in a pure
state and expel evil and sorrow as wastes. That is the terroristic dream of the
transparency of good, which very quickly ends in its opposite, the transparency
of evil. We must not reconcile ourselves with nature.
It
seems that the more the human race reconciles itself with nature, the less it
is reconciled with itself. Above and beyond the violence it inflicts on others,
there is a violence specific to the human race in general, a violence of the species
against itself in which it treats itself as a residue, as a survivor – even in
the present – of a coming catastrophe. As if it too were ready to repent of an
evolution which has brought it such privileges and carried it to such extremes.
This is the same conjuncture as the one to which Canetti refers, in which we
stepped out of history, except that here we have not stepped out of history,
but have passed a point beyond which nothing is either human or inhuman any
longer and what is at stake, which is even more immense, is the tottering of
the species into the void.
It
is quite possible that, in this process, the species itself is commencing its
own disappearance, either by disenchantment with – or ressentiment towards – itself,
or out of a deliberate inclination which leads it here and now to manage that
disappearance as its destiny.
Surreptitiously,
in spite of our superiority (or perhaps because of it), we are carrying over on
to our own species the treatment we mete out to the others, all of which are
virtually dying out. In an animal milieu which has reached saturation point,
species are spontaneously dissuaded from living. The effects produced by the
finite nature of the earth, for the first time contrasting violently with the
infinity of our development, are such that our species is automatically
switching over to collective suicide. Whether by external (nuclear) violence or
internal (biological) virulence. We are subjecting ourselves as a human species
to the same experimental pressure as the animal species in our laboratories. Man
is without prejudice: he is using himself as a guinea-pig, just as he is using
the rest of the world, animate or inanimate. He is cheerfully gambling with the destiny of his own species as he is with that of all the others. In his blind
desire to know more, he is programming his own destruction with the same ease
and ferocity as the destruction of the others. He cannot be accused of a
superior egoism. He is sacrificing himself, as a species, to an unknown experimental
fate, unknown at least as yet to other species, who have experienced only
natural fates. And, whereas it seemed that, linked to that natural fate, there
was something like an instinct of self-preservation – long the mainstay of a
natural philosophy of individuals and groups – this experimental fate to which
the human species is condemning itself by unprecedented, artificial means, this
scientific prefiguring of its own disappearance, sweeps away all ideas of a
self-preservation instinct. The idea is, indeed, no longer discussed in the
human sciences (where the focus of attention would seem, rather, to be on the
death drive) and this disappearance from the field of thought signals that,
beneath a frenzy for ecological conservation which is really more to do with
nostalgia and remorse, a wholly different tendency has already won out, the
sacrificing of the species to boundless experimentation.
A
contradictory dual operation: man, alone of all species, is seeking to
construct his immortal double, an unprecedented artificial species. He caps
natural selection with an artificial super-selection, claiming sole possession
of a soul and a consciousness and, at the same time, he is putting an end to
natural selection which entailed the death of each species in accordance with
the law of evolution. In ending evolution (of all species including his own),
he is contravening the symbolic rule and hence truly deserves to disappear. And
this is without doubt the destiny he is preparing for himself, in a roundabout
way, in that, in his arrogant desire to end evolution, man is ushering in
involution and the revival of inhuman, biogenetic forms. Here again, we have
before us a reversive effect, running counter to any ideal or 'scientific'
vision of the species.
The
idea running through the writings of Darwin that natural selection leads to a
species capable of morally transcending natural selection is thoroughly
specious. In aiming for virtual (technical) immortality and ensuring its
exclusive perpetuation by a projection into artifacts, the human species is
precisely losing its own immunity and specificity and becoming immortalized as
an inhuman species; it is abolishing in itself the mortality of the living in
favour of the immortality of the dead. It is immortalizing itself as the zero
degree of a living species, as an operational artifact which no longer even
obeys the law of species, except the law of artificial species, whose mortality
is perhaps even more rapid. As a result, by going down these paths of artifice
which were supposed to ensure its indefinite survival, it is perhaps hurtling
even more quickly to its doom.
The
human species is currently domesticating itself, this time for good, by means
of its technologies. It is submitting collectively to the same rituals as
insects. Soon it will submit to the same controlled techniques of reproduction
as the protozoa, will inflict on itself the same biogenetic (phylo- or
ontogenetic) destiny to which it has subjected others. It no longer, in fact,
sees itself as different from the others, in spite of its supremacy. It treats
itself as a species that may be ruthlessly exploited, condemned to a
brutalization and annihilation of its own. Here again, all the advances it has
made and has forced others to accept have had a reversive effect upon it. To
such an extent that it – the guardian, in its zoos, museums, reserves and
laboratories, of condemned species – regards itself as a condemned species, and
keeps an anxious eye trained on its biospheric destiny.
The
finest example of what the human species is capable of inflicting upon itself
is Biosphere 2 – the first zoological gardens of the species, to which human
beings come to watch themselves survive, as once they went to watch apes
copulate. Outside Tucson, in Arizona, right in the middle of the desert, a
geodesic glass and metal structure accommodating all the planet's climates in
miniature, where eight human beings (four men and four women, of course) are to
live self-sufficiently, in a closed circuit, for two years, in order – since we
are not able to change our lives – to explore the conditions for our survival.
A minimal representation of the species in an experimental situation, in a kind
of spaceship allegory. As a museum mock-up of the future, but of an unpredictable
future – a century hence, a thousand years, millions... who knows? – it forms
a pendant to the Desert Museum some sixty miles away, which retraces the
geological and animal history of two hundred million years. The point of
convergence between the two being the idea of the conservation and optimal
management of residues – of the relics of the past for the Desert Museum, the
anticipated relics of the future for Biosphere 2 – not to mention the magical
desert site which allows the problem of survival to be examined, both that of
nature and that of the species with equal rigour.
Such
a very American hallucination this ocean, this savannah, this desert, this
virgin forest reconstituted in miniature, vitrified beneath their experimental
bubble. In the true spirit of Disneyland's attractions, Biosphere 2 is not an
experiment, but an experimental attraction. The most amazing thing is that they
have reconstituted a fragment of artificial desert right in the middle of the
natural desert (a bit like reconstituting Hollywood in Disneyworld). Only in
this artificial desert there are neither scorpions nor Indians to be
exterminated; there are only extraterrestrials trained to survive in the very
place where they destroyed another, far better adapted race, leaving it no
chance.
The
whole humanist ideology – ecological, climatic, microcosmic and biogenetic – is
summed up here, but this is of no importance. Only the sidereal, transparent
form of the edifice means anything – but what? Difficult to say. As ever,
absolute space inspires engineers, gives meaning to a project which has none,
except the mad desire for a miniaturization of the human species, with a view
perhaps to a future race and its emergence, of which we still dream...
The
artificial promiscuity of climates has its counterpart in the artificial
immunity of the space: the elimination of all spontaneous generation (of germs,
viruses, microbes), the automatic purification of the water, the air, the
physical atmosphere (and the mental atmosphere too, purified by science). The
elimination of all sexual reproduction: it is forbidden to reproduce in
Biosphere 2; even contamination from life [Ie vivant] is dangerous;
sexuality may spoil the experiment. Sexual difference functions only as a
formal, statistical variable (the same number of women as men; if anyone drops
out, a person of the same sex is substituted).
Everything
here is designed with a brain-like abstraction. Biosphere 2 is to Biosphere 1
(the whole of our planet and the cosmos) what the brain is to the human being
in general: the synthesis in miniature of all its possible functions and
operations: the desert lobe, the virgin forest lobe, the nourishing agriculture
lobe, the residential lobe, all carefully distinct and placed side by side, according
to the analytical imperative. All of this in reality entirely outdated with
respect to what we now know about the brain – its plasticity, its elasticity,
the reversible sequencing of all its operations. There is, then, behind this
archaic model, beneath its futuristic exterior, a gigantic hypothetical error,
a fierce idealization doomed to failure.
In
fact, the “truth” of the operation lies elsewhere, and you sense this when you
return from Biosphere 2 to “real” America, as you do when you emerge from
Disneyland into real life: the fact is that the imaginary, or experimental,
model is in no way different from the real functioning of this society. Just as
the whole of America is built in the image of Disneyland, so the whole of
American society is carrying on – in real time and out in the open – the same
experiment as Biosphere·2 which is therefore only falsely experimental, just as
Disneyland is only falsely imaginary. The recycling of all substances, the
integration of flows and circuits, non-pollution, artificial immunity,
ecological balancing, controlled abstinence, restrained jouissance but, also;
the right of all species to survival and conservation – and not just plant and
animal species, but also social ones. All categories formally brought under the
one umbrella of the law – this latter setting its seal on the ending of natural
selection.
It
is generally thought that the obsession with survival is a logical consequence
of life and the right to life. But, most of the time, the two things are contradictory.
Life is not a question of rights, and what follows on from life is not
survival, which is artificial, but death. It is only by paying the price of a failure
to live, a failure to take pleasure, a failure to die that man is assured of
survival. At least in present conditions, which the Biosphere principle
perpetuates.
This
micro-universe seeks to exorcize catastrophe by making an artificial synthesis
of all the elements of catastrophe. From the perspective of survival, of
recycling and feedback, of stabilization and metastabilization, the elements of
life are sacrificed to those of survival (elimination of germs, of evil, of
sex). Real life, which surely, after all, has the right to disappear (or might
there be a paradoxical limit to human rights?), is sacrificed to artificial
survival. The real planet, presumed condemned, is sacrificed in advance to its
miniaturized, air-conditioned clone (have no fear, all the earth's climates are
air-conditioned here) which is designed to vanquish death by total simulation.
In days gone by it was the dead who were embalmed for eternity; today, it is
the living we embalm alive in a state of survival. Must this be our hope?
Having lost our metaphysical utopias, do we have to build this prophylactic
one?
What,
then, is this species endowed with the insane pretension to survive – not to
transcend itself by virtue of its natural intelligence, but to survive
physically, biologically, by virtue of its artificial intelligence? Is there a
species destined to escape natural selection, natural disappearance – in a
word, death? What cosmic cussedness might give rise to such a turnabout? What
vital reaction might produce the idea of survival at any cost? What
metaphysical anomaly might grant the right not to disappear logical
counterpart of the remarkable good fortune of having appeared? There is a kind
of aberration in the attempt to eternalize the species – not to immortalize it
in its actions, but to eternalize it in this face-lifted coma, in the glass
coffin of Biosphere 2.
We
may, nonetheless, take the view that this experiment, like any attempt to
achieve artificial survival or artificial paradise, is illusory, not from any
technical shortcomings, but in its very principle. In spite of itself, it is
threatened by the same accidents as real life. Fortunately. Let us hope that
the random universe outside smashes this glass coffin. Any accident will do if
it rescues us from a scientific euphoria sustained by drip-feed.
Jean Baudrillard, the "Angel of Extermination" and one of the most important thinkers of his age, passed away on March 6, 2007.
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