Pixel Scroll 10/23/24 Of ARMs And The Un-Man I Sing

(1) AI AND THE NOVEL. [Item by SF Concatenation’s Jonathan Cowie.] The march of artificial intelligence (AI) continues relentlessly: bullets won’t stop it… Of concern to SF readers – and greater still, SF writers – is the question of whether AI will successfully compete with authors?

This weekend, BBC Radio 4’s Open Book assembled a panel to discuss this issue. Included on the panel was SF author Naomi Alderman. She is currently writing her new series of novels called The Power series (out by Viking in the British Isles), the title novel of which was short-listed for the Kurd Laßwitz Prize in Germany in 2019.

Elizabeth Day and Johny Pitts present a special edition of the programme exploring AI and the novel.

Recorded at the Southbank Centre’s London Literature Festival; novelists Naomi Alderman, Adam Thirlwell and Julianne Pachico join Elizabeth and Johny on stage to discuss depictions of AI in their fiction – and what AI might mean for fiction.

Naomi Alderman’s new novel, The Future, is the tale of a daring heist hatched in the hope of saving the world from the tech giants whose greed threatens life as we know it. Adam Thirlwell’s The Future, Future takes us from the salacious gossip of pre-revolutionary Paris to a utopian lunar commune, and Julianne Pachico tells the story of a young girl raised by artificial intelligence in her novel Jungle House.

You can download the programme here.
 
(I keep on telling folk that the machines are taking over, but no-one ever listens…)

(2) TRANSLATING JOAN SLONCZEWSKI TO THE SCREEN. Jeanne Griggs shares notes from a panel discussion about “Filming A Door Into Ocean at Necromancy Never Pays.

…Last week I moderated a panel at SFAM, Speculative Fiction Across Media, on “Ecofeminism and A Door Into Ocean.” Because the conference was largely focused on ideas about films, I invited the panel members and then the audience to think about issues involving the possible differences between reading the novel and seeing it on screen….

…Casting is another imaginary game for anyone who has read A Door Into Ocean. I would want someone who comes across as thoughtful and maybe isn’t as astoundingly beautiful as many of the actresses in Hollywood for Merwen, and someone who comes across as smart and powerful, someone like Gina Torres, for her sometime antagonist Yinevra. And for Spinel, the young Valan, perhaps someone like Aryan Simhadri, who plays Grover in Percy Jackson and the Olympians….

(3) HOLLYWOOD LAWSUIT. A Los Angeles-based production company sued Tesla, CEO Elon Musk, and Warner Bros. Discovery, alleging that the electric vehicle maker ripped off scenes from 2017 film Blade Runner 2049 to promote its new robotaxi. “’Blade Runner 2049′ producer sues Musk, Tesla, Warner Bros.” in the LA Times (paywalled).

…Alcon Entertainment, which produced the film for Warner Bros., filed the copyright infringement lawsuit Monday in California.

The complaint accuses the Hollywood studio, Tesla and Musk of using artificial intelligence to generate an image resembling scenes from “Blade Runner 2049,” which Musk presented during a launch event for Tesla’s Cybercab on the Warner Bros. studio lot in Burbank. The livestreamed event took place Oct. 10 — shortly after Alcon said it denied a request from Warner Bros. Discovery to use a production photo from the sci-fi film to promote Tesla’s new product.

“Alcon refused all permissions and adamantly objected to Defendants suggesting any affiliation between [‘Blade Runner 2049’] and Tesla, Musk or any Musk-owned company,” the 52-page lawsuit reads.

“Defendants then used an apparently AI-generated faked image to do it all anyway.”…

“It was hardly coincidental that the only specific Hollywood film which Musk actually discussed to pitch his new, fully autonomous, AI-driven cybercab was [‘Blade Runner 2049’],” the complaint reads, “a film which just happens to feature a strikingly-designed, artificially intelligent, fully autonomous car throughout the story.”

Alcon is demanding a jury trial and potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages.

(4) CINEMATIC DNA. “100 Years Ago, a Forgotten Russian Epic Secretly Inspired the the Most Iconic Sci-Fi Movie Ever”. “Get your communist ass to Mars” is Inverse’s tagline.

It’s unusual for a movie to have inspired creations as diverse as Fritz Lang’s Metropolis and Roland Emmerich’s Independence Day, but a movie celebrating its 100th birthday today can claim just such an accomplishment. Loosely based on a 1923 novel by Alexei Tolstoy, Yakov Protazanov’s 1924 silent film Aelita: Queen of Mars is, in fact, secretly one of the most influential sci-fi movies of all time.

Set in 1921, the film follows a group of people in post-civil war Soviet Russia as they reckon with their place in a rebuilding society. The movie begins with people worldwide attempting to understand a mysterious radio message, and the scene immediately makes Queen of Mars’ influence obvious. Seventy years later, its visuals were echoed by Emmerich as countries around the globe received transmissions from Independence Day’s invaders, then later used Morse code to coordinate a united counter-offensive….

(5) TWO-LEGGED SYLLOGISM OF THE DAY. [Item by Mike Kennedy.] Smart people drink alcohol. 

Fans drink alcohol. 

Therefore fans are smart. 

Wait, something feels off about that logic…

Must. Think. Hard.

ᕙ(⇀‸↼)ᕗ

“Your IQ in High School Can Predict Your Alcohol Use Later in Life” at Science Alert.

When Brown and his colleagues at UT considered socioeconomic factors, they found that household income partially mediated the relationship between IQ and drinking habits, but a person’s level of education did not affect this relationship.

“While it’s not possible to capture all the underlying mechanisms that mediate the relationship between drinking and IQ, we know that income partially explains the pathway between the two,” says neuroscientist Jayme Palka from UT.

Previous studies have also linked higher IQ scores to higher household incomes. In turn, studies have found a relationship between higher incomes and more frequent alcohol consumption, possibly because of the availability of alcohol in this population and “social drinking norms related to prestige/success”….

(6) RON ELY (1938-2024). Actor Ron Ely, best known as star of TV’s Tarzan series, died September 29. The Deadline obituary notes his many other genre roles.

…With his height at 6-foot-4 and a solid athletic build, Ely went on to win the title role in the film Doc Savage: The Man of Bronze. He also appeared in multiple episodes of the series Fantasy Island and starred in the Wonder Woman series’ two-part episode “The Deadly Sting.”

His other credits include The Aquanauts in 1960-61, the Western adventure film The Night of the Grizzly in 1966 and in Jürgen Goslar’s slavery movie Slavers in 1978….

… He continued working well into the ’90s with a role in the Superboy syndicated series….

(7) MEMORY LANE.

[Written by Cat Eldridge.]

Anniversary: Bradbury’s Twilight Zone script, “I Sing the Body Electric” (1962)

This has absolutely nothing to do with today’s date. It’s just something I find really interesting. And I feel that it has a proper autumnal feel to it.

Bradbury wrote one of the shortest opening narrations that Serling gave in the series:

They make a fairly convincing pitch here. It doesn’t seem possible, though, to find a woman who must be ten times better than mother in order to seem half as good, except, of course, in the Twilight Zone. — “I Sing the Body Electric”

Though I didn’t know that Ray Bradbury had a script produced for the one and true Twilight Zone, it doesn’t at all surprise me that he did. I had assumed Serling wrote all of the episodes. Not true as it turns out, to my delight, as we get the “I Sing the Body Electric”. 

It is known that he contributed several scripts to The Twilight Zone, but this is the only one that actually was produced. He certainly was no stranger to TV script writing with five scripts for the Alfred Hitchcock Presents series alone. 

This would air as the thirtieth-fifth episode of the third season on May 18, 1962. This was one of six Twilight Zones episodes directed by James Sheldon and his co-director William Clazton who did four. 

LOOK, GO EAT A CANDY APPLE FOR A MINUTE PLEASE. 

Just three words this time— sweet robotic grandmothers. Ok, a few more. My god, this episode drips with cloyness, it does. A recent widower, needing care for his three young children, orders a robotic “grandmother”. Two of the children accept her, but one of his daughters adamantly rejects her, with what might be near fatal consequences. 

DID YOU ENJOY THAT CANDY APPLE? 

A fable? Most assuredly. But who’s to say at some distant moment there might be an assembly line producing a gentle product in the form of a grandmother whose stock in trade is love? Fable, sure, but who’s to say? — Closing words 

(8) COMICS SECTION.

(9) ENDLESS BEEPING. Fanac.org recently added to its online library Milton F. Stevens’ fanzine Passing Parade 2, featuring his insider’s view of working L.A.con, the 1972 Worldcon (and the first one I ever attended).

Milt was the hotel liaison and de facto troubleshooter who responded to about 300 calls to his beeper during the weekend. And that doesn’t count the people who just walked up to make their requests in person. For example:

…Thursday started on a rather strange note. I was eating breakfast as I often find myself doing at the beginning of the day. Then as I was about to leave a woman approached me and asked me if I was involved in running the convention. I was unquestionably involved and I made the mistake of copping-out to it. Then she pounced. Despite her unobtrusive appearance she was in reality selling acrylic fur all-weather blankets and wished to do so at the convention. I explained that our convention was not particularly a merchandising convention except for books and we’d oven sold all the space for that. It soon became apparent that she was a salesman in the worst sense of the word. I couldn’t get rid of her. Suddenly I had one of my occasionally brilliant notions. I explained to her that if she wanted to sell her product at our convention she should bill them as Super Tribbles. I then pointed her in the direction of David Gerrold and suggested that she try renting part of his table. As it turned out, she offered him a commission and he did try selling them at his table. I don’t know what luck he had, but at least I didn’t hear from the woman again….

(10) THIRD AND FINAL, PROBABLY. (But you already know that trilogies don’t always end.)“Venom: The Last Dance review – Tom Hardy’s Marvel sequel is a delight when it’s not being a Madame Web rerun” says the Independent.

…We’re subsequently introduced to more symbiotes, all helpfully colour-coded, and Knull’s squad of symbiote hunters, the xenophages, a generic alien foe save for a quite cool feature that sees them spray a blood mist out the back of their heads every time they chow down on someone. Two accomplished actors, Ted Lasso’s Juno Temple and Oscar nominee Chiwetel Ejiofor, play a scientist and a soldier, respectively – jobs that largely involve peering through observation windows and attempting to fathom the unfathomable.

But Marcel, who’s now added director to her usual screenwriter credit, is well aware of what her film is. Any non-Venom scene flies by like it’s being watched from a passing rollercoaster while, crawling out from underneath the pile of studio demands, appears a tribute to Hardy’s blissfully untethered performance as both host and guttural-voiced parasite. What started as the actor dunking his entire body into a restaurant lobster tank here ends with him hunched over a Vegas slot machine, slamming buttons and pulling cranks as if he were being puppeteered off camera.

Any scene in The Last Dance that concerns Venom and Eddie is a delight, a direct continuation of the series’s charming, broad-purpose metaphor – queer-coded in parts (they refer to each other as Thelma and Louise), and all about self-love and acceptance. Together, they break up a dog fighting ring and ensure the pups all find “loving forever homes”, a particularly Hardy touch considering his offscreen canine advocacy….

(11) PRIME TEAMWORK. [Item by Steven French.] The latest largest prime number has just been found, by one of thousands of volunteers contributing spare computer processing time (and in case anyone is wondering, yes it is very big — over 41 million digits long). “Great Internet Mersenne Prime Search” at PrimeNet.

…This prime ends the 28 year reign of ordinary PCs finding the largest known prime. In 2017, Mihai Preda authored Mersenne prime search software that runs on GPUs. GPUs were primarily used in PCs as video cards or for mining cryptocurrency. Nowadays, video cards are also used to power the AI revolution. Durant’s idea was to use these powerful GPUs that are now available in the cloud and heavily discounted when they are being under-utilized. Luke organized these cloud GPUs creating a kind of “cloud supercomputer” spanning 17 countries. After nearly a year of testing, Luke finally struck paydirt. On October 11, an NVIDIA A100 GPU in Dublin, Ireland, reported that M136279841 is probably prime. On October 12, an NVIDIA H100 in San Antonio, Texas, USA, confirmed primality with a Lucas-Lehmer test….

(12) SEVERANCE TRAILER. Severance has dropped its Season 2 teaser trailer.

In Severance, Mark Scout (Adam Scott) leads a team at Lumon Industries, whose employees have undergone a severance procedure, which surgically divides their memories between their work and personal lives. This daring experiment in “work-life balance” is called into question as Mark finds himself at the center of an unraveling mystery that will force him to confront the true nature of his work… and of himself. In season two, Mark and his friends learn the dire consequences of trifling with the severance barrier, leading them further down a path of woe.

(13) THE FUTURE OF GAME CONSOLES. Keza MacDonald, in “Pushing Buttons”, The Guardian’s gaming newsletter, wonders if advances in console tech have reached the point of dismissing returns: “Is there even any point in making more powerful games consoles?”

Last week, my favoured gaming news site, VGC, asked former US PlayStation boss Shawn Layden whether he thought the pursuit of more powerful consoles was still the way to go for the video games industry. His answer was not what I expected.

“We’ve done these things this way for 30 years, every generation those costs went up and we realigned with it. We’ve reached the precipice now, where the centre can’t hold, we cannot continue to do things that we have done before … It’s time for a real hard reset on the business model, on what it is to be a video game,” he said. “We’re at the stage of hardware development that I call ‘only dogs can hear the difference’. We’re fighting over teraflops and that’s no place to be. We need to compete on content. Jacking up the specs of the box, I think we’ve reached the ceiling.”

This surprised me because it seems very obvious, but it’s still not often said by games industry executives, who rely on the enticing promise of technological advancement to drum up investment and hype. If we’re now freely admitting that we’ve gone as far we sensibly can with console power, that does represent a major step-change in how the games industry does business.

(14) FREE UPDATE OF VIDEO GAME. [Item by N.] Slay the Princess, an inventive dark fantasy horror game that came close to being nominated in the inaugural Best Game or Interactive Work category at the 2024 Hugos, releases its expanded “Pristine Cut” in two days, both as a free update for PC players and a complete release for console owners. Watch the trailer here:

Slay the Princess – The Pristine Cut releases tomorrow at 1pm Eastern on PC, Playstation, Switch, and Xbox.

Black Tabby Games (This is Tony) – Slay the Princess (@blacktabbygames.com) 2024-10-23T11:32:51.694Z

[Thanks to Kathy Sullivan, Teddy Harvia, Mike Kennedy, Andrew (not Werdna), Andrew Porter, John King Tarpinian, Chris Barkley, Cat Eldridge, SF Concatenation’s Jonathan Cowie, and Steven French for some of these stories. Title credit belongs to File 770 contributing editor of the day Andrew (not Werdna).]

Buy Fred Pohl’s Worldcon GoH Acceptance Letter

A little slice of history up for auction at eBay is Fred Pohl’s letter accepting the LA bidders’ invitation to be 1972 Worldcon guest of honor if they won. (As they did. L.A.Con was the first Worldcon I ever attended.)

Writing to co-chairs Chuck Crayne and Bruce Pelz in 1969, Pohl also made a request: please shorten the speeches!

There is one thing, though. It’s not a condition, because I don’t want to try to tell you how to run the con, but it’s a heartfelt request. Having sat through, at recent cons, funny remarks by a toastmaster, protracted patter with the awarding of the Hugos, four or five brief (at least, they were supposed to be brief) announcements and other awards, a fan GOH speech and a pro GOH speech, I ask that you do something about making it shorter. Human flesh can stand just so much!

Don’t think Pohl was merely echoing the common complaint about the length of Hugos we hear nowadays, where people stroke out if the ceremonies last over a hundred minutes.

Pohl was writing less than a year after BayCon, the 1968 Worldcon, where fans had endured dinner and speeches in 95-degree heat, in an unventilated ballroom without air conditioning, for five hours and fifteen minutes before the first Hugo was even presented.

Mike Resnick recalled that night in a piece for File 770 #100:

[At 8:00 p.m.] Phil Farmer got up to give his speech…. [When] he paused for a drink of water more than 2 hours into it, we all gave him a standing ovation in hope it would convince him he was through. It didn’t. He finished after 10:30. Time for the Hugos, right? Wrong. Randy Garrett gets up, takes the microphone away from Toastmaster Bob Silverberg, and sings about 50 verses of ‘Three Brave Hearts and Three Bold Lions.’ Finally, approaching 11:15, Silverberg gets up to hand out the Hugos.

Pohl wanted to avoid any repetition of a nightmare that was still fresh in everyone’s mind.

How long did the 1972 banquet and speeches run? I don’t remember, I only know it was hours shorter than at BayCon.

L.A.Con banquet. Milt Stevens, Fred Patten, Carol Pohl, Frederik Pohl, Dian Crayne.  From the collection of Len & June Moffatt.

L.A.Con banquet. Milt Stevens, Fred Patten, Carol Pohl, Frederik Pohl, Dian Crayne. From the collection of Len & June Moffatt.

Scott Shaw! Deuce of Deuces

Scott Shaw!’s costume for the 1972 Worldcon – The Turd — was made with 3 jars of peanut butter, a pair of Leggs pantyhose, cornstarch and some cornhusks. It brought him lasting infamy and inspired one of Rotsler’s Rules for Masquerades. And after decades of sharing the story with convention audiences Shaw has now told it to the camera.

I was one of the first fans to see Shaw in costume that day and many times considered sharing my eyewitness account here. But there’s really no second line to a story that begins, “I was there when The Turd came out.” Put another way, I was standing in front of the elevator doors when Shaw arrived and stalked off to the ballroom, leaving chunky drips in his wake.

Comics artist Scott Shaw! was 21 and his story about a monster from the underground sewers called The Turd had been published not long before he arrived at the Los Angeles Worldcon of 1972. He’d been to a Worldcon masquerade before. This time he felt an overwhelming desire to see what people who worked all year on their costumes would think about an entry someone had made in the last five minutes.

They didn’t think kindly of it, was the answer. Shaw laughs as he retells the grim details in his video. Thanks to him, Rotsler’s Rules for Masquerades [PDF file] admonishes fans —  

7. Parts of your costume should not be edible or smell. Parts of your costume should not fall off accidentally, brush off against other contestants, or be left lying around on the stage.

Afterwards Shaw took an epic shower. He worried about what the maid would think, but that’s nothing next to other embellishments that end his story. As Shaw tells it, a few weeks after L.A.Con the hotel plumbing exploded, having been clogged with massive amounts of peanut butter. The hotel came back to the convention committee and charged them thousands of dollars for the repairs.

That last part never happened.

For one thing, the con only cleared a couple of thousand dollars altogether and they didn’t spend any of it replumbing the International Hotel. The peanut butter reportedly did clog the bathtub in Shaw’s room, but that’s all.  

Still, you have to appreciate the symmetry that Shaw ends his story with a bunch of BS.

[Thanks to Michael J. Walsh, Martin Morse Wooster, Andrew Porter, David Klaus, Steven H Silver and all the ships at sea for this story, and to Craig Miller for a memory download.]

Don Markstein (1947-2012)

Don Markstein, always a colorful and entertaining figure, and early in his fannish career sometimes a controversial one, died March 11 due to respiratory failure following a prolonged illness. Don spent his last years in Arizona but remained deeply linked to New Orleans and Southern fanhistory.

Don was a charter member of the New Orleans Science Fiction Association (NOSFA) founded June 25, 1967. Other charter members were John Guidry, Doug Wirth, Don Walsh, Justin Winston, and Rick Norwood.

He co-chaired DeepSouthCon in 1968 and 1973. Don became official editor of the Southern Fandom Press Alliance in 1970 and was credited by Guy H. Lillian III for a boom in the apa’s popularity. For this Don was honored with the Rebel Award in 1978.

Don’s consuming passion was comics. He collected tens of thousands of newspaper comic strips. In 1981 Don and his wife Gigi founded Apatoons, an apa for research in the field of cartoons. In 1999 he created a comics history resource, The Toonopedia, and wrote for it daily until health prevented him.

Don edited Comics Revue and books on comic history, including The Prince Valiant Companion. He also wrote Walt Disney comic book stories for such characters as Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck — and the rather less famous Bucky Bug.

Irv Koch introduced me to Don at the 1972 Worldcon in Los Angeles. The three of us had become acquainted before the con through fanzines. (Mark Evanier also remembers meeting him at L.A.con.)

Don sporadically published issues of Rally, his fannish newzine, during the Seventies. What was surely Rally’s most controversial story ever criticized Harlan Ellison prior to his GoHship at the 1978 Worldcon in Phoenix. Ellison planned to dedicate his appearance to raising consciousness about the Equal Rights Amendment because ERA supporters had declared a boycott of businesses in non-ratifying states after Ellison accepted the invitation, Arizona among them. Louisiana was another, and when Ellison went to New Orleans sometime before the Worldcon Don lambasted the appearance as a violation of Ellison’s pro-ERA stance. Ellison was outraged, for his activities there had included lecturing in support of the ERA.

Don was educated at LSU in Baton Rouge. For a time he worked on the staff of the New Orleans Times-Picayune, writing for the Sunday magazine. Over the years he did restaurant reviews for the Phoenix Business Journal and editing and production work for Arizona Living, Arizona Women’s Voice, Comics Interview, Comics Revue, Phoenix, Phoenix Resource, and Louisiana Weekly Employer.

Don suffered a stroke in February 2011 and had been in long-term care.

Tessa Dick Talks PKD at SPR

Tessa and PKD

Self-Publishing Review has a long and informative interview with Tessa Dick, last wife of Philip K. Dick. She has reworked the novel he was beginning at the time of his death in 1982, The Owl in Daylight

The Owl in Daylight is my tribute to my husband. I attempted to recreate the masterpiece that he had in mind, even though he left few clues about the story. As with VALIS and other later works, the plot loosely follows his own life. I hope that I have captured the spirit of the Owl as Phil would have written it, if his life had not been cut short by a massive stroke.

Tessa Dick blogs at It’s a Philip K. Dick World.

P.S. The membership badge PKD is wearing shows the photo was taken at L.A.con I in 1972.

[Thanks to Francis Hamit for the link.]