Gods in the Machine


This month, the Ontological Geek has a theme: reli­gion and/or the­ol­o­gy in games. We have a great bunch of arti­cles lined up, from the very per­son­al to the deeply the­o­ret­i­cal, from both reg­u­lar OntoGeek con­trib­u­tors and sev­er­al guest writ­ers. We’d love to hear from you with your thoughts on speci­fic arti­cles and the month as a whole – com­ment freely and e-mail us at editor@ontologicalgeek.com!

This is a let­ter from God to man.
Hey there, how’s it going?
Long time no see.

Dan le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip’s Letter from God to Man is a fine exam­ple of the British pair’s music, a tight­ly formed amal­ga­ma­tion of elec­tron­ic hip hop beats and savvy, poet­ic lyri­cism. The song is just what it claims to be, a short mes­sage giv­ing voice to the Christian fig­ure of God, who out­li­nes a few thoughts on human­i­ty. It’s fair to say the tone isn’t all that pos­i­tive. Pip’s lyrics increas­ing­ly become an indict­ment of mankind’s fail­ure to use the ide­al­ized sur­round­ings we’ve been given to do any­thing much but war with one anoth­er, dis­en­fran­chise those who dif­fer, scar our plan­et, assault nature and per­vert jus­tice. Worse, all too often we excuse these actions, these atroc­i­ties, by invok­ing the name of God: His Will be done.

The song res­onates. I wasn’t born into any par­tic­u­lar­ly strong belief sys­tem, but in later child­hood, after a change in fam­i­ly cir­cum­stances I found myself a cer­ti­fied Catholic. Church on a Sunday, body and blood of Christ, Christian sec­ondary school, that type of busi­ness. It wouldn’t be fair to call this some kind of indoc­tri­na­tion; it was sim­ply an attempt to include me in the Right Way. I’m sure if I’d kicked up a fuss of any kind I’d have been lis­tened to and things recon­sid­ered. As it is, I’m pret­ty pas­sive and sim­ply rolled with the bor­ing mass on a Sunday tra­di­tion until I qui­et­ly let it drop in my teens.

What I’m left with, I guess, is some­thing that resem­bles belief, but isn’t it. Maybe if I’d been brought up in an athe­ist house­hold that’s what I’d be. As it is, some­thing nags at me. I don’t think there’s a God, but I want there to be one. I’ll tell you what I tell any­one who asks me whether I believe in an after­life and all the asso­ci­at­ed stuff: I’m not sure, but I real­ly, real­ly hope so. Thinking on all the won­der­ful, good peo­ple who die too young, and all the awful, awful bas­tards who get away with­out fac­ing Earthly jus­tice… God, I hope there’s some­thing. Are you there God? I hope there’s some­thing.

And I guess that kind of sen­ti­ment is can­non fod­der for argu­men­ta­tive athe­ists. At its root, they’ll say, all orga­nized reli­gion serves the psy­cho­log­i­cal pur­pose of numb­ing the pain of human vulnerability- our fear of death, of unfair per­se­cu­tion, of pur­pose­less­ness. They’re prob­a­bly right, you know. But fuck me, man, of course I’m scared of death! How would I not be? Do you know what death is? I mean… Jesus. And I’ll tell you some­thing else, an athe­ist who tells you they’re per­fect­ly unfazed by the prospect of dying is telling you lies. Maybe they think they’re ok with it, maybe they’ve inter­nal­ized that thought so deep it’s become their truth, but it’s bull­shit. It’s bravado cre­at­ed to do exact­ly the same thing as the com­fort­ing thought of pearly white gates- pro­tect that vul­ner­a­ble inner core from a great, black, infinite void that only mad eyes can look upon with any clar­i­ty. It’s pre­cise­ly the self-deception they accuse reli­gion of being.

So I’m writ­ing to apol­o­gize for all the hor­rors com­mit­ted in my name,
Although that was never what I intend­ed,
I feel I should take my share of the blame.
All the good I tried to do was cor­rupt­ed
when organ­ised reli­gion got into full swing,
What I thought were quite clear mes­sages were taken to unusu­al extremes.

I ought to be get­ting back to the song. What res­onates, for me, is a mis­trust of orga­nized reli­gion but an unwill­ing­ness, to coin a won­der­ful phrase, to throw the baby out with the bath­wa­ter. Scroobius Pip’s lyrics sug­gest the pres­ence of an actu­al God, a real fig­ure with a real voice who dis­dains the warped ver­sion of him­self as pre­sent­ed by reli­gion, and there­fore stands sep­a­rate from it. We ought to remem­ber, and it seems we often don’t, that reli­gion is a human mat­ter. Religions are cre­at­ed by, curat­ed by, and live or die by the will of humans. The link between them and the actu­al fig­ure (if there is one) that they seek to rep­re­sent is, at its very best, ten­u­ous. They sit­u­ate them­selves in laws writ­ten in books by human hands, sub­ject to mis­un­der­stand­ings and mis­trans­la­tions and down­right mis­ap­pro­pri­a­tions. But I don’t need to go on and on about the fal­li­bil­i­ty of the con­cept of reli­gion, their own vari­ety is the most damn­ing evi­dence. That every reli­gion preach­es a dif­fer­ent mes­sage whilst extolling itself as the only Truth points direct­ly to the ludi­crous­ness of the sit­u­a­tion. I’m remind­ed of the fab­u­lous SouthPark scene where, post-Armageddon, every­one mills around wait­ing to find out who got it right. Given the cor­rect answer of, the crowd nods and says “Ah,” as though answer­ing a pub quiz ques­tion, before being thrown into Hell.

I was a sim­ple being that hap­pened to be the first to wield such pow­ers
I just laid the ground, it was you that built the tow­ers.

You’re won­der­ing when all this comes around to videogames, right? Me too, a lit­tle. But there is a point to all this. It’s not real­ly a the­o­ry as such, I don’t deal in them much. I like lit­tle thought exper­i­ments, stretch­ing the bound­aries of plau­si­bil­i­ty just to see whether they snap or bend, or explode.

Let’s try some­thing. There are two rel­a­tive­ly com­mon ways to apply the role of God to a game. Sometimes we see the play­er as the god, able to manip­u­late var­i­ous aspects of this inter­nal­ly defined world. Of course, this is most com­mon­ly seen in what have come to be called God Games, where the play­er is given pos­ses­sion of what is quite lit­er­al­ly meant to be the (some­times rather flawed) god fig­ure of that world. Separate from this, though, is the egre­gious dis­par­i­ty between the power of the play­er and that of the aver­age non-player char­ac­ter which is some­thing of a god fan­ta­sy. Frequently the play­er is a god­like force of nature com­pared to the ene­mies she is pit­ted again­st. Run-of-the-mill humans are ren­dered ant-like beneath the crush­ing boot of the exter­nal­ly empow­ered play­er. This is God as Force.

The sec­ond obvi­ous asso­ci­a­tion is to sit­u­ate the devel­op­er as God. The devel­op­er cre­ates the game world, fun­da­men­tal­ly asserts the very pos­si­bil­i­ties there­in, dic­tates the out­come of the story or mere­ly pro­vides the sand, and the box, for the sand­box. Viewing these arti­fi­cial­ly man­u­fac­tured lit­tle worlds we instinc­tive­ly draw par­al­lels between them. Indeed, many games active­ly per­pet­u­ate this effect through their attempt to build the most immer­sive expe­ri­ence pos­si­ble. If I draw a straight line sig­ni­fy­ing a rela­tion­ship between play­er and play­er char­ac­ter, real world and game world, what’s con­nect­ed to the other side of the game developer’s line? Where’s the equiv­a­lence? This is God as Creator.

So, let’s try some­thing else. What you don’t see so much of is the char­ac­ters of games regard­ed as god­like. Your Nathan Drakes, Kratos’, Marios, and so on. These ambigu­ous, ethe­re­al, semi-fictitious crea­tures exist in both the indi­vid­u­al and col­lec­tive imag­i­na­tions of their given set of fol­low­ers. I say ‘semi-fictitious’ because while usu­al­ly, of course, entire­ly made up, each is invent­ed not only by their cre­ators but also invest­ed with the psy­chol­o­gy of the play­er. Simple things, such as the way I use my knowl­edge of the tropes of videogames to check behind stair­cas­es or just out­side of the cam­era shot for col­lectibles, endow my char­ac­ters with an ele­ment of my exter­nal, real self. Unlike a char­ac­ter in a film or novel, for instance, the videogame char­ac­ter is pos­sessed of my behav­ioural pat­terns. My Nathan Drake is not your Nathan Drake, even if the only dif­fer­ence is the alter­na­tive cover we decide to take or where on a path we run. Divergences, how­ev­er small, are sig­nif­i­cant. Likewise, our per­cep­tions of these char­ac­ters define them. My Nathan Drake is a sar­don­ical­ly witty adven­tur­er while Ben ‘Yahtzee’ Croshaw’s Drake is an obnox­ious pain junkie. Importantly, these reac­tions are based on exact­ly the same dia­logue, sto­ry­li­nes and cutsce­nes. The dif­fer­ence is the alter­na­tive inter­pre­ta­tions that Croshaw and I bring to the party.

Take Lara Croft. When the trail­er for Lara’s recent reboot first emerged much of the gam­ing press react­ed with rea­son­ably legit­i­mate con­cerns sur­round­ing the sex­u­al­ized vio­lence the game looked to be por­tray­ing. What is over­whelm­ing­ly clear about all the com­plaints (and, indeed, the defen­sive reac­tions to them) is that they were pre­ma­ture. The pre­oc­cu­pa­tions, ideas and bias­es brought to the game’s short trail­er by its view­ers affect­ed their per­cep­tion of it. Since the game was released, many of the assump­tions made about it have been revised, as Becky Chambers put it, “It’s non­sense, all of it, the rem­nants of some truly mis­guid­ed remarks about a char­ac­ter who is, with­out a doubt, one of the best action heroes I’ve ever seen. Not female action heroes — action heroes, peri­od, full stop.” Others felt that the game remained prob­lem­at­ic, which is fine. The point real­ly is this- as a work of descrip­tive fic­tion, Tomb Raider is nec­es­sar­i­ly ambigu­ous and unquan­tifi­able, there is no right or wrong answer to any given ques­tion about it. Because of this, reac­tions to it are nec­es­sar­i­ly inter­pre­ta­tions, focused through the lens of the indi­vid­u­al mak­ing that inter­pre­ta­tion. Of course, in the case of the gam­ing press, fre­quent­ly that per­son will be attempt­ing to make their inter­pre­ta­tion seem the most legit­i­mate because, if his­to­ry teach­es us noth­ing else it teach­es us this, peo­ple like to have other peo­ple agree with them. What are essen­tial­ly opin­ions will be dressed up in lan­guage that rep­re­sents it as some kind of objec­tive truth-with-a-capital-T because, for some rea­son, con­vinc­ing other peo­ple that you’re right is the ulti­mate human turn on.

Religion became a tool, for the weak to con­trol the strong
With all these new morals and ethics, sur­vival of the fittest was gone
No longer could the biggest man sim­ply take what­ev­er he need­ed
’cause damna­tion was the price if cer­tain rules were not heed­ed

Let’s try to draw all this togeth­er a bit, shall we? What I hope came out of all that mono­logu­ing on reli­gion at the start of the arti­cle is the sense that I’m very aware that I don’t know the answers to the god ques­tion. My reac­tion is a con­fla­tion of what I think, what I hope and what I believe, among other things. And all those fac­tors are in turn built up from dif­fer­ent influ­ences: my edu­ca­tion, my ethics, my back­ground, and hell, my sex­u­al­i­ty is prob­a­bly a strong fac­tor. Though the scale of the impli­ca­tions may dif­fer, this is very rem­i­nis­cent of the way we inter­pret the play­er char­ac­ter of a videogame- our hopes, our sen­si­tiv­i­ties, our bias­es, our his­to­ry, all come into play. My sense of reli­gions is that they tie into that impulse we have to cre­ate a har­mo­nious homo­gene­ity of thought around us, to seek out those who agree with us and seek to con­vert those who don’t. But the fact is that your mileage will vary. Whether or not a god exists exter­nal­ly is debate­able, but that we all have inter­nal and sep­a­rate rela­tion­ships with that prospect is not. Even total denial of a deity is an inter­pre­ta­tion of it.

For all that He might move stars and for­mu­late ecosys­tems, the god of Scroobius Pip’s lyrics is pow­er­less to the point of tragedy. He is entire­ly dis­so­ci­at­ed from his attempt­ed work and at the mercy of per­cep­tion. Videogame char­ac­ters are a micro­cos­mic par­al­lel of this, caught between the realms of fic­tion and non-fiction and exist­ing in a unique form with­in the thoughts and behav­iours of every indi­vid­u­al who encoun­ters them. This is God as Narrative.


Jim Ralph

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