I spent a bit of time at home this weekend, where the toilet reading materials are a little different to those at my term-time address. One of my Dad’s PC magazines was running an article on military technology, basically gushing about the sheer sci-fi of it all. They reviewed the killer robots as they would the AI in a new game (I’m sure they all draw uncannily realistic blood when they shoot at people units) and warned that some of the “cooler” features on a super-soldier-suit in development might not reach the final model. “Think of it”, they cautioned [and, by the way, here I paraphrase from memory], “as you would the awesometastic prototypes at the car show”.
One little political aspect was raised: perhaps spending taxpayers’ money on developing ubermegadeathbots was a bit on the dodgy side, given that our boys in the field still lack some of the most basic equipment needed to kill and not be killed. Happily, they concluded that “defense” spending priorities do in fact seem appropriate to the murderous tasks at hand. I was put in mind of the time when another of his magazines reported on the UK’s new military satellite network - the only critical thinking in evidence was when the author noticed that it shared its name with a fictional military machine gone horribly wrong, and of a magazine called Popular Mechanics at the language centre where I used to work. The cover story was always some outlandish killing machine, the most memorable being the Battle Island and the Battle Blimp.
Anyway, the apolitik of tech magazines isn’t really what gets me. Much as I appreciate my Socialist Review, it would be a dull world where nought could be written without a sound and incisive political dimension and, having none of the pretensions of the Indy and the Beeb, PC Plus doesn’t really deserve the same degree of scrutiny. But as the sci-fi military becomes sci-fact, someone has to start asking a few questions.
The Killbot Factory
There are perhaps two things that stopped the Vietnam War: resistance, naturally, but also mutiny. An army of conscripts was sent to fight in Vietnam, an army of young men with no particular agenda of travelling, killing and dying for their national elites. Some of them were less adept than others at burying their personal needs and misgivings under the imperatives of their superiors, to the point of refusing to fight, of throwing their medals away in disgust, of punching upwards rather than sidewards in lethal attacks on the worst of their superiors.
The soldiers, disgruntled mutineers and enthusiastic war criminals alike, were all human, and humanity brings what the army call “morale problems”. In the field, this lack of morale could make the war unwageable; at home, it makes the war indefensible. There are those who’ll empathise readily with the victims of war in the target country, but antiwar only goes mainstream when our boys start coming home in our coffins draped in our flags, or at least ready to tell us tales of our traumas.
Thus I can’t help feeling that the real arms race here isn’t against the insurgents of Iraq and guerillas of Afghanistan; it’s against the conscience of America and the reservations of Britain. A mechanised army is an efficient army, in which one reliable career soldier and his trusty gadgets can do the killing of a hundred grumbling grunts with rifles. It’s a scientifically-manageable army, in which the division of labour at the production destruction line abstracts collective evil into individual banality. It’s a PG-13 army with clean hands and fewer flag-draped coffins; the top gun pilot carries less of a politically iffy mortality potential than the squad of troops it would take to wreak equivalent carnage from the ground, and less risky still is the Unmanned Aerial Vehicle (UAV) remote-piloted from a base in Nevada.
I’m not saying that this is the army we have - most of the killing and dying in Iraq is still being done by humans - but it’s clearly the way things are going. Wikipedia tells me that the monstruous little Johnny Fives (TALON SWORDs, as they prefer to be known) in the left-hand picture are now active in Iraq, albeit on a limited trial basis, while UAVs with names like Reaper and Predator have been active in the Middle Eastern skies for a good couple of years now and have racked up a significant death toll. Their rampages take place out of sight and out of mind of the majority, and out of the hands of the increasingly obsolete conscripts.
Robots may or may not be substantially cheaperharderfasterstronger than human fighters, but they possess one intrinsic and inalienable advantage over the latter. Robots may have technological limitations, but you’ll never have to ask their consent.
Computers Don’t Argue
Finding some of the above links took me to look at a Popular Mechanics cover story for the first time in over two years. America’s Robot Army, no surprises there, but not much less disturbing is the how-cool-is-that reportage on Next-Gen Prison Tech; after a page on the glory of tasers we get to hear that
The National Institute of Justice has been working on a smaller prototype of its Active Denial System (ADS)—the “pain ray”—for law enforcement and correctional use. The current tractor-trailer-mounted system has been deployed in Iraq, but has yet to be fired at targets. By heating the subject’s skin enough to cause blinding pain, but no burns, the ADS could be an excellent riot-response tool.
That’s the same pain-ray that the BBC famously described as both “harmless” and “too painful to bear”. It’s a funny definition of harm, but then “non-lethal” is climbing up the list of code-words whose invocation can’t but cause a little shudder, along with democracy, secularism, flexibility, etc. In this case, the hidden meaning is “ready to be used on the likes of you“.
Musing on the various civvy applications of killer UAVs, PC Plus went so far as to voice a little concern about unscrupulous billionaires buying robots of their own and going on to cause damage to property and people (in that order). I surely distrust billionaires more intensely than that magazine’s editorial staff, but I’m less concerned about private killbots than they, for now at least. For, underneath all the rhetoric of ruthless individualism, the unscrupulous billionaires of this world know when to act collectively. They do indeed have their own police force, and it’s called the Police.
There’s a special body of armed men in every capitalist society, ready to defend the social order against any popular uprising. We rarely see the full power of that special body, because we are rarely in a position to seriously threaten the social order, but we catch glimpses, against the striking miners and, more recently, against anticapitalist demonstrators in Seattle and Genoa. Just last Tuesday I was in Liverpool, picketing Ann Widdecombe’s anti-abortion talk, and the police used dogs and horses (the latter apparently brought in especially from Manchester) to get us out of her way. Even seasoned demonstrators were surprised to see “Not the church, not the state, women must decide their fate” provoke such an aggressive response, but let there be no doubt that they’d use far more than that if they ever really needed to.
Truncheons and riot shields, tear gas and pepper spray, horses and dogs, it’s all there, and it’s all ready. Such things can, where necessary, be deployed. But when that runs out? The police couldn’t just start gunning people down, not yet. Well, ok, it happens, but we’re not politically ready for that kind of violence to be implemented en masse. But what if there were some way theycould shoot you down without the same political ramifications? What if there were some kind of pain ray?
There is, of course, no clear cut division between the lethal and the non-lethal. Something that superheats your outer skin is not something you want pointed at you, as I’m sure we’ll find out as soon as they’re actually deployed. Tasers can kill people too. They’re being rolled out across British police forces - including Greater Manchester and the Met - with nary an eyebrow being raised, on the understanding that they would all be set to stun. They’re not, but hey, the lack of raised eyebrows makes them so much easier to deploy than a gun would ever be.
Last week, a fifteen-year old boy was tased in North Wales. Amnesty International noted that
it seems a young person has been shot with the taser, a very dangerous weapon, for not being reasonable, or non-compliance.
In our view the taser should only be used as an alternative to lethal force where the situation presents immediate threat of death or serious injury to themselves or others.
Note the reason carefully: non-compliance. This kid was shot down for not doing as he was told. Remember too the kid tased down for talking sass to John Kerry; his “Don’t tase me bro!” was, along with “Por que no te callas?“, one of the flash in the pan catchphrases of 2007, but it’s one we should think on for a bit. It’s now easier than it’s ever been in history for the authorities to slap you down for stepping out of line.
I’m not saying we should all get Luddite. The world where all they had was swords was still a world where they could do you a lot of harm, and it’s also a world without penicillin or the internet. Given the alternative, I say bring on the robots and the pain rays. But technological changes are part of what shape our society, and we need to pay attention to the way in which the robots and the pain rays are tipping the balance of power even further against us. We are rightly worried about the surveillance state, about being FITted up and databased, but let’s not be so spellbound by the eyes of the state that we forget to watch its fist.
Soldiers without consciences or widows, socially acceptable off-buttons for the socially dangerous masses - that’s got to be worth more than just technoporn.
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