I saw a post talking about how media like Detroit Become Human that use robots as a metaphor for racism never quite hits the nail on the head because, well, robots aren't people and the fear of being replaced by automation is a legitimate one.
And it made me think about Rockman-san.
Which is coming out very soon as Mr. Megaman, in English, so might as well talk about it now!
For a gag comic, Rockman-san has a very melancholy tone to it. It often touches on concepts like deterioration, obsolescence, and... well...
Automation.
The original Robot Masters of the Rockman-san comic are sentient. They can think, they can feel, they can love. It's a staple of Rockman/Megaman media for its Robot Masters and Reploids to be self-determining, but Rockman-san takes that to its extreme and, without getting into spoilers, has a real blurring of what it means to be human and what it means to be a machine.
Their humanity is what labels them as "dangerous," and that type of robot is being phased out and replaced with robots that can't think or feel. Yup - AI took the AI's jobs. The RMs are largely struggling with employment - some are having difficulty holding down a job, while others have been pushed out of the industries they were made for and find the work they took up to survive unfulfilling, while others are finding fulfillment in repurposing their hardware and programming to a new career. They have a variety of ways they experience the hardships of the world that... honestly hit me pretty hard, my first time reading, because it was probably the first time I'd read a story that felt like it was really talking to my actual lived experience as an adult.
By including these more real world ai machines, it reminds the audience the RMs are fantastical and highlights what the narrative is trying to analyze - "what does it mean to be self-determining? what does it mean to be sentient? is it a blessing or a burden? what rights does a fully aware, self-determining, sentient being have if it is not human? when do they become a person? what do you have to strip away from a human to make them no longer a person?"
Rockman-san manages to balance a narrative of robot discrimination while acknowledging that the presence of robots in their world is harmful to humans. It acknowledges that, by making the robots sentient, the scientists have accidentally created an underclass of person - the robots are thinking, feeling people who have to work to survive, to pay for energy, pay for repairs, pay for a place to live, pay for recreation. Robots work longer hours for less pay and have no legal recourse.
Rockman-san hits the nail on the head that this benefits the wealthy and harms the working class. Capitalism rears its ugly head yet again. The sentient robots get exploited, abused, and tossed aside. The working class suffers and dies. The wealthy profit.
And the finger gets pointed to the exploited underclass rather than those in power, as it so often does. But then... how would one ethically close Pandora's box? What changes would allow humans and robots to coexist? Can they coexist?
Just, something about how Rockman-san handles its robot rights narrative resonates, y'know? It doesn't rely on cheap parallels that don't really work. It's mostly asking questions of Megaman's premise. There's a lot of varying life experiences and opinions expressed by the characters, and it doesn't really ask you to agree with any of them - not even Rock or Dr. Light. We're not trying to come to definite answers, just exploring what it means to be alive and how to live in a society, how it works and how it fails.
I dunno. I'm not about to say it's a perfect narrative, but there's something about it I like.
another piece for that art assignment i was talking about the other day
(028) An academic rival shares Skyfire's laboratory for several months and relentlessly sabotages him.
"I'm sure he doesn't realise he's taking plates I poured," Skyfire tells his sometime-collaborator, Starscream, on the comm. "And he probably doesn't even know that you can't store bleach in direct sunlight. He can't possibly have meant to contaminate everything, either," he adds, "because it ruined his experiments too."
Unbeknownst to the relentlessly pacifistic Skyfire, Starscream's half-intetested noises of agreement are disguising the sounds of him setting up a sniper rifle on the roof of the next building over.
Crack AU where Anakin can all of a sudden hear the background music that we all hear. Those pleasant chats with Palpy become a lot more ominous. Though Anakin admits that the fights have become a lot more epic. Thoughts?
Hahahahaha. Love it!
And okay, my first though was “and the galaxy was saved because even Anakin Skywalker would struggle to keep trusting Palpatine with that music playing in the background”
Anakin think he’s gone COMPLETELY insane (maybe he’s finally been electrocuted too many times and its fried his brain). He doesn’t tell anyone though because he can still fight just fine just… everything is a lot more musical. He doesn’t want to be thought crazy and taken off the front lines.
Once he figures out what the various musical cues mean he actually finds them useful in figuring out how dangerous a situation is. Also battles are so much cooler now and boring landscapes are slightly less boring because at least now they have mood music. Yep, he can live with this.
(Although he is always confused why the ominousness that is The Imperial March starts playing at some of his decisions)
@knightsparadigm commissioned me to draw their friends' D&D party, and I'm very very very grateful! To quote them directly...
Jay (John Bridgestone Jr) belongs to @midnightcreator12 Thraxzuloroneth Ezilian the First belongs to @violetvulpini Yoel belongs to @pechtothevoid Wind belongs to @sleepy-splash Boots belongs to @tired-o-fighter And their fantastic Dungeon Master @secreterces5
hope you all enjoy your funky little guys!
Nicknames: when you shorten someone’s name affectionately
Nicholasnames: when you elongate someone’s name affectionately
Takes a guy who's obsessed with saving people even if it risks his life and a guy who is literally allergic to asking for help in any situation and puts them in My stew puts them in my fucking stew and stirs it
The aftermath
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Decoration zu der Oper : Die Zauberflöte.
Art by Karl Friedrich Schinkel.(1781-1841).
”which could mean nothing” is maybe my favorite phrase of all time. where would we be without it
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