The thing about Doctor Who is that the writers are very clever. Just as clever as the Doctor with his sonic screwdriver and energy convertors and the always knowing what to do. Oh yes, they’re very clever. They show us not only where our decisions today might lead us tomorrow, but of what we, we measly little humans, are made. The human race always survives, all the way until the end of the universe, and then we fly off to a place we’ve heard of called Utopia. This place turns out not to be any sort of utopia, so we place our heads into tiny balls equipped with tiny spears and lasers, come back in time with the help of the Master’s paradox machine, and try to kill our ancestors. But whatever.
Oh the Doctor, the sweet, clever, powerful, lonely, encouraging Doctor. He’s always showing people of what they’re capable. Doctor Donna, Rose, Martha Jones, random folks he encounters. The Doctor who never carries a gun. He shows us that all we have to do is think. The writers of Doctor Who show us that we’re survivors. I mean, come on, the past shows us that: we adapt, we innovate, we adapt.
Well, sure, the show’s a bit humanistic – the Doctor always so attracted and protective of Earth, and most alien lifeforms, those we see en masse, turn out to be those who would love nothing more than to kill all humans. And the humans always prevail. I mean, come on, there are plenty of planets out there, Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans, etc., etc., why Earth?
You know, I think the Doctor asks that question a time a two.
Are we really worth that much? We’re a stupid race – we do everything in the name of money, we change our food until it’s hardly food and it makes us sick and fat, we tramp off to war at any opportunity, we’re always looking to build things bigger and better and faster depleting the Earth’s energy sources until either she swallows us up or they run out, whichever comes first, etc., etc.
Rewatching the series from 2005 in preparation for Peter Capaldi I remember why I love the damn show so much: the Doctor reminds me in all this despair to open my eyes and remember that there’s still hope, that the human race is clever and peaceful and innovative – at least some members of the human race – and those members are the folks worth associating with, should always keep an eye on the others, but time and energy should be poured into the other lot. The lot of you doing great things.
I’m just a tiny spec on the planet, an even tinier spec in the universe, but I’m rather clever too and I’ve worked a lot of things out. Most of which I’ll never even touch, at least not on my own, but I’ve researched a lot and I’m great with ideas, and one thing I know for certain is that one person can make a difference, at the very least, one person trying to make a difference means there’s one less person at the root of the problem. Human race can survive for a very, very long time, oh yes. So come on, let’s become one less person at the core of the problem, let’s be extraordinary.
PS. If you’re already extraordinary, I would like to hear from you.