How skulle individualitet hjälpa Strangersna att överleva?

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Proyas left the Stranger’s reasoning behind the city and the experiment as simply “They’re looking for the human soul” in order to keep an air of mystery about them. “The film was more about the impact they had as a result of that experiment on human beings, so…if it begged for more answers then I always thought that was a good thing.” Proyas felt leaving the audience in the dark on a lot of the what and why of the Strangers made it a much richer film.

Det finns inget svar inom själva filmen eller i någon annorlunda skärning än jag vet.

De enda fakta som filmen säger är att de letar efter den mänskliga själen, och det som gör oss individer, inte uppgifterna om varför. Som sagt ...

Den mest troliga möjligheten är att deras likhet är deras sårbarhet. Även om utsträckningen av deras bikupindag verkar ifråga (som du påpekar att en individ valde att offra), är det litet att skilja en främling från en annan än de lik som de väljer att bebor och de namn som de hämtar med sig. Även därmed verkar dessa mer som att anstränga sig för att göra sig annorlunda snarare än att förstå individualitet eller faktiskt vara individer. Det finns ett antal teorier i biologiska cirklar som mångfald är det som gör det möjligt för arter att överleva mot olika övergrepp över tiden. Så, antingen på en genetisk eller mental nivå, behövde de vara individer igen, och förstod det inte alls, alltså experimenten.

Jag föredrar svaret att de hade mentalt stöttat sig för att komma till sina inställningsförmågor, vilket är mer föreslagbart av filmens teman. Min känsla är den väldiga mentala tillstånden som gavs avstämning till var och en gjorde sitt antagande, men hindrade dem från att tänka sig eller utveckla något nytt (man ser inte riktigt främlingar barn, bara barn lik) och är då mottagliga för sina egna kollaps.

Det fanns en omfattande prolog i filmens officiella novellisering . Kort sagt är "Strangers" en form av mental parasit. De har betydande befogenheter men deras oförmåga att tänka individuellt har drastiskt begränsat dem.

Efter flera hundra årtusenden drev från en dödad art till en annan, chanced de på mänskligheten. De var väldigt imponerade av vår individualitet (liksom våra olika prestationer i konsten) och experimenterar ivrigt på några prover som de samlat in i hopp om att bestämma hur de kan använda denna kunskap för att uppnå odödlighet.

Prologue

It began with a small thing.
A fragment from a passing comet spun into the dim gravity of their planet. With the fragment came a dormant organism. The organism revived in the dark, dry atmosphere. Immediately it began consuming vital elements in the home planet’s fragile ecosystem. And slowly began killing the inhabitants.
They were a race as ancient as time itself. Until now their species had had a life span in excess of a thousand years.
They survived by just being.
Unfortunately their life form had no need, hence no means, for migration to another planet.
So they waited. And they died.
The aliens were nearly extinct when a stray explorer wandered into their orbit. This time they were prepared. The moment the explorer craft landed, they penetrated.
They easily mastered the visitors by assuming control of their alien consciousness. Essentially they became parasites living through their hosts. Then they left their doomed world for their hosts’ home planet. But by the time they arrived, their life support had broken down. Many of their hosts had already died.
Eventually, all of the host species were exterminated.
However, using alien technology developed by their late hosts, they managed to manufacture life. They replicated their hosts—enabling the remnants of their own race to survive. Then their last numbers filed onto the alien starship and soared into the unknown. Without even so much as a home planet they had become strangers in the universe.
The Strangers came upon a variety of possible worlds to colonize. But sooner or later their hosts expired.
And too, the Strangers were empty of purpose beyond survival. From their various conquests of alien worlds they had acquired disconnected technologies, sciences and techniques.
But as a whole it came to the same thing.
Boredom. As a species the Strangers shared a common consciousness. Their thoughts were limited to function.
And as they traveled the disparate corners of the cosmos the Strangers found that most life forms were the same. Species existed to exist. Almost always in colonies.
For the Strangers, existence was an endless, mindless quest for a benign host. The concept would never occur to them, but in a strange way they were searching for the perfect lover.
A symbiotic relationship that would nurture new life.
On their own extremely rigid terms.
Because after all, they did not have the power to conceive, merely to consume.
Which was sufficient. Until they chanced upon a small blue world orbiting a minor star. The planet abounded in two elements that were lethal to the Strangers.
One was water. The other was sunlight.
But the species native to the planet was unlike any life form the Strangers had encountered in an infinite universe.
Their consciousness had . . . dimension.
At first the Strangers attached themselves to the minds of their new hosts. Immediately, both died.
For a thousand years the Strangers studied the Humans—as they were named. And their envy grew.
Humans had private thoughts. Incredible fantasies. Dreams. Music. And most fascinating—individual memories. In fact, the sum total of these memories formed much of their complex intelligence.
Not that the Strangers were without formidable powers. They had the ability to control time. They easily controlled humans by simply willing them to sleep.
The Strangers could also shape, bend and change most matter to suit their needs. But their very lack of . . . imagination, narrowed the scope of these powers.
And so the Strangers set out to acquire human memories. To possess them. To be them.
Methodically, night after never-ending night, they gathered in a vast godless temple. There in the underground darkness they activated enormous secret dynamos—and went out to steal human souls . . .