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FOR A COHORT famous for feeling stupid Zadie Smith or Monica Lewinsky there’s
and contagious, as Kurt Cobain put it, a Ted Cruz or Alex Jones), and boomers, as
Generation X has turned downright self- usual, consume all the resources—includ-
congratulatory. The regular slighting of ing the nation’s deep reserves of con-
our generation in pop demographics is tempt, which are largely aimed at them.
officially a source of performative delight. The two big gens get the pollster love too:
Sure, we’re perpetually overlooked. The Polls fixate on those over 65 and those
bigger, louder, more heavily branded gen- under 34, leaving out the 35 to 64 crowd
erations—the boomers, who preceded us, altogether, making us a kind of chrono-
and the millennials, our successors—tend logical flyover country.
to Hoover and vape up all the oxygen. But But our mark on the world is still evident,
our stealth also means we’re rarely blamed. if in unexpected places. Let me point you to
We skulk around doing our own ordi- TikTok, the return of the Gen X repressed.
nary, all too human things (and for every Even as the “TikTok generation”
the states he associates with his ADHD to improvement, and hard edges.
encourage others to recognize themselves Douglas Coupland’s 1991 novel Gener-
in the cognitive patterns—and not take the ation X laid out the armchair sociology
ordeals too seriously. This is not a som- that still defines my generation, whose
ber diagnostic YouTube video, but a play- youth culture was characterized by cyn-
fully abject and hammy self-observation icism about commercialism and disgust
by TikTok’s answer to Gen X “slackers,” at yuppiedom. In the novel, one charac-
those distractable layabouts considered ter challenges another to find “some small
irredeemable by parents and teachers. moment from your life that proves you’re
Gen Xer Jon Caramanica, the music really alive.”
critic, recently praised TikTok as “the cen- “Fake yuppie experiences that you had
terless, directionless app that grabs you to spend money on, like white-water raft-
by the neck and clings tight for as long as ing or elephant rides in Thailand, don’t
you’ll let it.” That sounds bad, but hold up: count,” he says. To that list of rigged
The app’s “relentless, crossed-up rhythms” adventures, a modern Coupland might
are “soothing” to him. He even regrets not add the content of all thirst traps on Insta-
being able to spend more time on TikTok. gram. TikTok, on the other hand, captures
That’s the spirit! TikTok soothes the the marginalia, half-assedness, and cyn-
nerves of Gen Xers who grew up believ- ical melancholia of youth the way no
ing that if we clearly wouldn’t amount to other social medium does—and, for a per-
much, at least we didn’t have to amount son who remembers the ’90s with fond-
to much. And our listlessness is right at ness, it hits the spot for middle age too.
home in TikTokland, which insists on
squandered time, self-abnegation, and VIRGINIA HEFFERNAN (@page88) is a
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BY PAUL FORD IDEAS 0 1 6
As much as I try to lose myself in technology and abstraction, it’s all just nature in the end.
WHEN MY WIFE started a little garden in tively added a mile of fingernails. That’s how made of. It’s the same urge that makes you
our urban backyard, all I could think about I see nature. I don’t like dirt. I like devices. send your saliva to some random company
were the worms. Also the bugs, and the More precisely, I love abstractions. Using in order to learn that, after an entire life
dirt, which is of course filled with worms a phone, I’m perched atop a tower of them, time of being told you’re Irish, you’re Irish.
and bugs and composted corn cobs. But from the very idea of an operating sys It’s also why skeletons are cool. We like to
she was happy. She introduced me to many tem to the imaginary apps on the screen. look inside the thing.
bees and enthused about borage, which is When I move my finger around, my hor So I learned some assembly language.
a flowering herb that bees like. We started rific human greases make electrons jump, Assembly is a method of programming that
to eat our own lettuce. and that makes me feel like I’m touching peels back almost all the layers of abstrac
You’re supposed to love nature, so I kept the apps. Underneath those abstractions is, tion and gets you close to a computer’s
my mouth shut. But I find the whole idea of course, code, code, code: C, C++, Java CPU. Instead of speaking in long, detailed
of it genuinely horrifying. Part of the priv Script, PHP, Python. I love the nicely man Python (for example) statements, you’re
ilege of being a nerd is that you’re able to aged packages, the obsessive attention to issuing tons of curt instructions: Move
forget you have a body: You cruise around putting things in the right place. Good code this bit over there. I have a broad defini
cyberspace, get a beverage out of the fridge, is as tidy as a surgeon’s instrument tray. tion of fun, but I found assembly to be none
cruise some more. In the natural world, And sure, underneath all that is physical at all; it felt like using an angry calcula
bodies are inescapable. Everything keeps reality, but that’s not my problem. That’s tor. To add two numbers, you have to tell
growing, and the growth feels like rot. There Intel’s job, or AMD’s. the computer to reserve two places for the
is hair everywhere. I did the math, and in But over time, you know, you get curi numbers, put them there, add them,
the past 16.38 seconds humankind collec ous. You want to know what things are and put the result somewhere else.
But as I read more about the physics of you’re trying to incentivize wind turbines!”
chips, I started to have a kind of acceptance It’s literally as interesting as watching ice
of assembly language. I stopped seeing it melt, because climatologists do watch ice
as an annoying, unfinished abstraction—a melt. (If the ice has bubbles, they study the
bad programming language—and started gases inside. That’s how they determine the
seeing it for what it is: an interface to the paleoclimate.)
physical world. But one feels an ethical responsibility to
Billions of years ago, I learned, an evil try to understand the planetary CPU. My
witch, or perhaps God Themself, cursed dumb magpie brain can’t comprehend
the class of materials known as silicates, much of it, but I’m learning about ice bub
which are abundant on this planet, and bles, normal distributions, pluvial flooding
made them neither insulators nor conduc (vs. fluvial), and, of course, wetbulb tem
tors but rather an eldritch horror known perature. This turns out to be a world of fun
as semiconductors. Eventually, scientists facts: One of the reasons sea level rises is
realized that the dual nature of these mate that warm water is bigger. Scientists know
rials could be exploited to turn them into how old dead trees are because they know
tiny switches, visible only through a micro how carbon isotopes decay. Thousands of
scope. Put these little switches all together hacks like that make up a discipline. And
in a sequence, add a clock, and away you after a while you realize that science itself
go. You know, something like that. is just an API to nature, a bunch of kludges
As I dug in further, I saw that beneath and observations that work well enough to
the orderly tower of abstraction there’s just get the job done. The job being measuring
an arbitrary, multilayered mess of worms reality and predicting what will come next.
and corn cobs. Each microchip has its own There’s a very large piece of public
history, its own way of mixing up physics, art embedded in the tiles at the Bryant
chemistry, math, and manufacturing. And Park subway station in Manhattan. It’s a
once I started to internalize and accept graniteandglass portrait of root systems
that mess—to accept that the computer is and animal burrows by the artist Samm
a weird hack of reality—it all became kind Kunce. Above it are these words, by the
of fun. This is how we turn dirt into apps psychologist Carl Jung: “Nature must not
that trade Bitcoin. win the game, but she cannot lose.” I went
and looked up the full quote. It contin
After a while ues: “And whenever the conscious mind
clings to hard and fast concepts and gets
you realize I’VE BEEN TRYING, without much success, caught in its own rules and regulations—as
that science to accept climate science. I don’t mean
that I dispute it, any more than I dispute
is unavoidable and of the essence of civi
lized consciousness—nature pops up with
is just an API semiconductor physics. I have no problem her inescapable demands.”
to nature, believing that we’ve screwed up the world.
I was raised in a chemicalmanufacturing
Little rainstorms come many nights in
the summer, more often than they used to.
a bunch of part of Pennsylvania, and sometimes peo The cucumbers swell in the raised beds.
kludges and ple in moon suits would come to the door
at 3 am and ask us to please drive some
The worms burrow up to the surface. My
phone buzzes in my pocket, calling me to
observations where upwind for a while. This meant we’d a place where the rusty lawn chair I’m sit
that work go to Denny’s and have pancakes.
The problem I have is that “climate
ting in doesn’t exist and fingernails don’t
grow. The garden is indifferent to a lot of
well enough change” involves a large number of unbe the abstractions I hold dear, but I’m learn
to get the lievably boring things—all the pain of phys
ics and chemistry, some biology to make it
ing to accept it. Pluvial flooding is flash
floods; fluvial is when the lake rises.
job done. worse, statistics on top of that. Not enough
fun? Add in economics. And there aren’t PAUL FORD (@ftrain) is a programmer,
so many nice abstractions. No animated essayist, and cofounder of Postlight, a
paper clip pops up and says, “Looks like digital product studio.
BY LAURENCE SCOTT IDEAS
I’m reminded of an old story Betty White Our superego is desperate to get things right. lessness. Ellen DeGeneres notoriously
tells about her late friend Grant Tinker, who The Twitter prompts are an outsourcing of compared her mansion quarantine to
visited her one afternoon in 1981, after he the superego, the little warning voice in our “being in jail.” British celebrities admit-
heard that her husband had died. Tinker heads externalized as a piece of code. ted in bashful tones that they were very
had just come from a meeting in which he lucky during lockdown, you see, because
learned that he was to be the new chairman IN FRANCE, THE tax laws have a special pro- they have a garden. People flaunted their
and CEO of NBC. White recalls how he didn’t vision for people who enjoy lavish lifestyles sparkling new antibodies with vaccine sel-
mention this impressive, life-altering change but don’t contribute their fair share to the fies, while their friends were still trying to
once during the visit. “I’ve never forgotten it,” state. These people may pay extra for pos- book an appointment. (This, at least, hits
White says. “That’s a classy friend.” sessions considered ostentatoire—the pure- the sweet spot between vanity and public
In person, we still know how to be classy bred racehorse (around $5,400), the private service announcement.)
friends. But class is tricky on social media. plane ($80 per horsepower), and so on. Some will say that we should stop sharing
No one can be expected to read the room In the online world, ostentation is a pro- life’s milestones and comforts with online
when the room is planet-sized. So, as a proxy tean thing. Contemporary status symbols strangers. Others will say that people have
for in-person classiness, we have warnings aren’t just the Ferrari surging to a halt at the right to mark these events and display
and disclaimers. We lean heavily on con- traffic lights or the designer watch glinting their privileges however they want. The
ceding sentences: “Of course …” Transient in a fashionable hotel bar. They are inward debate whirls around and around, a danse
complaints come appended with acknowl- moments projected outward—a comfort- macabre growing bleaker and bonier with
edgments of one’s general prosperity. A able home office, parent-child cuteness, each turn. It’s more interesting to think
friend confessed to me: “Sometimes it feels leisure activities. And there’s often a tax to about the type of culture we’ll continue to
like I’m caveating myself out of existence.” pay on broadcasting the good times. People build out of social media’s bizarre archi-
Even algorithms are beginning to rec- inquire on Twitter about vaccination rules tecture. With every warning or disclaimer
ognize the importance of tact. My online for foreign travel and are charged with self- that we attach to our happy bulletins, we’re
supermarket recently asked me, a forty- ishness for thinking of a holiday at a time imagining the responses of others. These
something orphan, if I’d like to stop receiv- like this. On my neighborhood’s buy-and- caveated posts walk a tantalizing line
ing emails about Mother’s Day deals. sell Facebook page, an unsuspecting poster between vanity and empathy, and it may
Earlier this year, Twitter rolled out a fea- is guilt-tripped for offering 50 percent off be that the empathy ultimately wins out.
ture that encourages people to rethink his old designer jeans, because who spends I have argued before that tact is a vital
a potentially harmful or insulting reply that much on secondhand denim? And if attribute of life in a networked world, a
before they send it. These “prompts,” as you happen to get away with an irresist- gateway virtue. Will it lead us to a more
the company calls them, rely on a machine ible bit of pleasure-sharing—a nice view, sophisticated ethics? Each round of the
to parse the text, so they include the option an easy morning of sunshine—one of the cycle in which social media catches us—the
for feedback: “Did we get this wrong?” best outcomes is a loyal pal’s “Enjoy!” It’s the urge to share, the stings of guilt, and the
“Did I get this wrong?” could be an auto- “I’ve got your back, but don’t get greedy” of clumsy disclaimers—surely makes us feel
mated banner at the bottom of everything congratulations. more keenly the problem of personal joy
we post. For all the charges of egotism that Is it ostentatious to be happy? To be in an unequal world. Will having to swal-
get leveled at the so-called selfie generation, pregnant? To have living parents? To sit low, day after day, the bad taste coded into
the dominant Freudian element in the digital down to a nice meal? The past year may this cycle prompt us to fight harder for more
age is arguably the superego—that disciplin- have made me more sensitive to these good times for all? There will always be
ing force in each of us that modulates our questions, because the pandemic brought proud parents living in intimate digital
behavior in accordance with social norms. with it an opportunistic infection of tact- community with the unhappily childless,
and there’ll always be orphans on Mother’s
Day, but that still leaves plenty of more
solvable inequities. To the camel’s back of
wealth gaps and uneven life outcomes we
might add the straw of online embarrass-
No one can be expected ment. What is utopia but a place where you
can brag in peace by day and sleep easier
to read the room when the at night?
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Mesobot also doesn’t disturb its subjects Despite Mesobot’s bulk, compared to →
with bright, blaring light. Well, at least not other underwater robots and crewed sub- Number of skin conditions,
including cancers, that Google’s
white light. Yoerger and his team opted for mersibles it’s pretty compact. Perhaps the new dermatology AI app can
a red beam, because, as he explains, “evolu- most famous of all such research vessels recognize from just three photos
tion doesn’t waste a lot of capability on stuff is Alvin, which weighs 45,000 pounds and of the affected area.
that doesn’t work very well, so most animals can be launched only from—literally—
are blind to red light.” That’s why, when you one ship. Mesobot’s smaller size means
see bioluminescent critters popping off in it’s cheaper to build and is more easily
96%
the deep sea, they’re blue or green. “We deployed, which will likely make it avail-
use red,” he continues, “even though red is able to more researchers.
pretty lousy, because it doesn’t go very far. Scientists have long known that species
It doesn’t spook the animals as much. So are conducting a daily vertical migration, but
it’s a trade-off: You need a lot of light, you until now they’ve had to study it by catching →
need a sensitive camera, and then you can animals at different depths or by using sonar Rate at which facial
work in the red.” to pinpoint where animals are congregat- recognition software made by
Using stereo cameras and detection ing at a given time. After all, it’s not like you DataWorks Plus misidentifies
suspects, according to
algorithms, Mesobot parses—and fol- can slap a tracker on a jellyfish or larvacean. Detroit’s police chief.
lows—animals’ movements. Yoerger and “We have so few observations about a lot
his colleagues showed off Mesobot’s capa- of fish,” says Luiz Rocha, curator of fishes
5
bilities 650 feet beneath the surface of Cal- at the California Academy of Sciences, who
ifornia’s Monterey Bay, where it identified studies reefs in the twilight zone. “We don’t
and stalked a hunting jellyfish. Then for half even know how they swim, let alone how
an hour it surreptitiously followed a fragile they eat or how they reproduce.”
animal called a larvacean, which looks like Scientists also don’t know a lot about
a tadpole and builds a giant mucus “house” how different species of mid-water trav- →
to filter its food. (The robot did eventually elers interact. For instance, which preda- Gestation period, in years, of the
disturb the delicate house, but the animal tors follow their prey up and down the African coelacanth. The 400 million-
year-old species of fish may take
remained unperturbed.) Based on their test- water column? Are the animals migrating 40 years to reach sexual maturity,
ing, the team reckons the robot might be in tight schools? Or, how might a warming according to the French Institute for
able to operate for more than 24 hours and ocean influence how a species migrates? the Exploitation of the Sea.
reach depths of 3,200 feet. And would that have a cascading influence
For now, Mesobot can’t collect animals, up the food chain? Now that Mesobot can
80M
but Yoerger suggested that a suction system follow organisms for hours at a time, sci-
to nab them could be added. Just observing entists can better understand this founda-
sea creatures with a camera won’t tell you tion of the oceanic food web and how
what they’ve been eating, for instance, and climate change might be transforming it.
therefore where they fit into the food web— We look forward to the undersea reboot
→
you’d need a dissection for that. If you want of The Twilight Zone. Number of stolen logins from more
to study their physiology, you need a physical than 1,400 companies that were
specimen too. “The idea would be you’d fol- Staff writer MATT SIMON (@mrMattSimon) available on Slilpp, an online market
for pilfered credentials, before the
low an animal for a while and then you’d grab covers biology, robotics, cannabis, and the US Department of Justice seized
it. I think that’s very doable,” Yoerger says. environment. the site earlier this year.
ILLUSTRATION / ALESS MC
BY JASON KEHE CULTURE
The futuristic
stink of Amazon’s
science fiction.
FARTS LINGER, FAR into the future. So excess gas usually points to a deeper issue,
suggests Solos, the latest sci-fi series on more chronic in nature. To offer a formal
Amazon Prime. Even though its characters, in diagnosis, then, a comprehensive exam-
a series of monologues, deal with everything ination of the patient must be performed.
from time travel to superbabies to memory Amazon has shat out science-fiction pro-
theft, they still get gassy. No fewer than three gramming for years, and it ranges, on the
times, Peg, a space-bound septuagenarian smell-o-meter, from the merely obnoxious
played by Helen Mirren, talks about her old- to the just plain noxious—a flatulence that
lady toots. Elsewhere, Anthony Mackie’s fluctuates. Early on, the company mostly
Tom describes, to a cloned version of Philip K. Dick’d around, first with an adap-
himself, his wife’s code-red stink bombs. tation of Man in the High Castle and then
Twice! Actually, make it thrice. Thieving with Electric Dreams, an anthology series
the selfsame memory in the finale, the great based on that author’s short stories. The for-
Morgan Freeman rehashes the stench. mer collapsed in due course, and the latter
That Solos was made during a global was never more than off-brand, harder-
pandemic, a time of endless sitting with trying Black Mirror, but at least neither
ourselves and our smells, makes a certain strove to speak to our bowels.
olfactory sense. To watch such on-the-nose With Solos, Amazon stoops to a con-
theatrics is to feel, if not seen, then sniffed. descending science fiction that’s just like
But as any gastroenterologist will tell you, us, farts and all. As in Electric Dreams,
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each episode is self-contained, but the nowhere at once: a Matrix-like simulation It’ll only get messier. At a certain point,
show squanders any advantage that for- run by rich people in Bliss, the overbearing the other big tech companies will have to
mat has—as a playground for ideas—by smart-home company at the center of epi- make meta-science-fictional moves of their
focusing on the people. On their so-called sode 4 of Solos. In The Boys, the faux-edgy own. So you’ll see blockbusters brought to
“humanity,” as David Weil puts it. He’s the superhero shockfest that blows up brains you by Google, utopian series developed
creator of Solos, and what he’s creating, he in place of having one, it’s called Vought, by Facebook. Apple TV already has its own
says, is “human connection.” Never mind an ultra-evil pharma giant with fingers in burgeoning sci-fi empire, with three shows
that, to establish it, he resorts to awkward every conflict. Then there’s Autofac, from and counting, and Microsoft has sponsored
world-building, stagey melodramatics, and episode 2 of Electric Dreams. a sci-fi anthology based on research from
characters who are, in every way, full of shit. Behold the truest stand-in for Amazon. its own labs. “Science fiction prototyping,”
Apologies for the potty mouth, but the Autofac is a drone-delivery corporation, the futurists call it. Why merely create the
fault lies with Amazon, whose science fic- run entirely by machines, that populates the future when you can also tell people how to
tion practically overflows with bodily dis- world with fake humans once the real ones live, breathe, and go to the bathroom in it?
charge. In its very first episode, the 2019 die out, just so they have more customers And none of these companies will ever
time traveler Undone hits us with animated to send products to. It’d be kind of a funny claim influence over the creators they’ve
vomit; in Upload, which came out a year joke, if Autofac didn’t then turn those fake commissioned for this purpose, of course.
later, it’s dancing streams of computer- humans into sick slaves. Experiments with Full creative license, they’ll say. Tell what-
generated pee. Even the studio’s most drones, automated factories and grocery ever stories you want. Don’t fall for it.
artistic attempt at an adult drama, the stores, AIs in every home: These are Ama- Whether it’s utopias or dystopias, art or
Covid-era Tales From the Loop, occasion- zon’s real-world efforts as well as the sub- trash, science fiction should never be
ally finds its head in the toilet. A sort of Our jects of the “fictional” stories it produces, underwritten by the institutions invested
Town of tomorrow that shifts its focus from schemes of subjugation and mass dehu- in making it science fact. Especially when
one sad human (or robot) to another, the manization infinitely mirroring each other so much original sci-fi exists outside the
show truly plumbs the depths. In the icki- into a collapsing oblivion. corridors of corporate power, even if it’s
est scene, an older man goes number one, So to recap: There’s this megacorpora- accessible only via enemy territory, on
misses his target, and has to clean up the tion. It’s science-fictionalizing our every- platforms like … Amazon Prime. Its cata-
mess. The camera cuts to the stray yellow day existence. At the same time, it’s selling log of rentables is, truth be told, unparal-
droplets and everything. Poor Jonathan us a science fiction of “human connection” leled. Costs more money to tap into, yes.
Pryce, an actor of distinction, potential premised on the inevitability of just such And the best stuff is hard to find amid the
pissed away. When his character drops a dehumanized/megacorporatized future rows and rows of agitprop. But you know
dead a while later, it seems less of health that’s also designed to either obscure or who’s there to help? Real people.
complications than of shame. make light of—farts!—that very fact. Gross. So the next time you scroll over to Solos,
Shame, too, is felt by the audience. As or Upload, or The Tomorrow War on
these fictional future humans connect Prime—a science fiction in which you
with us by way of that most universal of accept your lot as powerless in the face of
processes, expulsion, our own stomachs If there’s global domination—try this: Don’t hit Play.
begin to bubble and ache. Is that all we
are? Grotty, leaky fleshbags, mucking up
anything Amazon Scroll down instead. There, you’ll find a cat-
egory called “Customers who watched this
clean, utopian futures? To Amazon, no shit. likes more in its item also watched.” It’s the last, best place
Humans have urges and needs, and Ama-
zon exists to fulfill them. In fact, if you keep
science fiction on the site for human-generated recom-
mendations. The more to the right you
watching, it’ll even show you how. than reminding scroll, the weirder the stuff gets. Funky, for-
If there’s anything Amazon likes more in
its science fiction than reminding humans
humans of gotten space operas. Boisterous ’80s fan-
tasy. Farther and farther you’ll travel from
of their disgusting humanity, it’s depictions their disgusting the control of Amazon, its tentacles, its
of its megacorporate self. Sometimes, it’s
right there in the title. In Tales From the
humanity, it’s overreach. You’ll be staging a rebellion from
within, the way science fiction always
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megacorporate stomach will settle, the gas will pass, and
you’ll breathe fresh air again.
in the show of the same name, seeks to trap self.
paying customers in a simulated existence JASON KEHE (@jkehe) is a senior editor and
for all eternity. Elsewhere, the institution culture critic at wired . He wrote about the
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I Think My
Robot Loves Me
Its frisson stems from the impossibility promises that are always allusive and it feels so tumultuous to interact with the
of knowing what the other person is tantalizingly incomplete. Chatbots simply most advanced software, which displays
feeling (or, in your case, whether she/it is take this toadying to a new level. Many brief flashes of fulfilling that promise—the
feeling anything at all). Flirtation makes use machine-learning algorithms to map dash of irony, the intuitive aside—before
no promises but relies on a vague sense your preferences and adapt themselves once again disappointing. The enterprise
of possibility, a mist of suggestion and accordingly. Anything you share, including of AI is itself a kind of flirtation, one that
sidelong glances that might evaporate at that “incidental stuff” you mentioned— is playing what men’s magazines used to
any given moment. The emotional thinness your favorite foods, your musical taste—is call “the long game.” Despite the flutter of
of such exchanges led Freud to argue that molding the bot to more closely resemble excitement surrounding new developments,
flirting, particularly among Americans, your ideal, much like Pygmalion sculpting the technology never quite lives up to its
is essentially meaningless. In contrast the woman of his dreams out of ivory. And promise. We live forever in the uncanny
to the “Continental love affair,” which it goes without saying that the bot is no valley, in the queasy stages of early love,
requires bearing in mind the potential more likely than a statue to contradict dreaming that the decisive breakthrough,
repercussions—the people who will be you when you’re wrong, challenge you the consummation of our dreams, is just
hurt, the lives that will be disrupted—in when you say something uncouth, or be around the corner.
flirtation, he writes, “it is understood from offended when you insult its intelligence— So what should you do? The simplest
the first that nothing is to happen.” It is all of which would risk compromising the solution would be to delete the app and
precisely this absence of consequences, time you spend on the app. If the flattery find some real-life person to converse
he believed, that makes this style of flirting unsettles you, in other words, it might be with instead. This would require you to
so hollow and boring. because it calls attention to the degree to invest something of yourself and would
Freud did not have a high view of which you’ve come to depend, as a user, automatically introduce an element of risk.
Americans. I’m inclined to think, however, on blandishment and ego-stroking. If that’s not of interest to you, I imagine
that flirting, no matter the context, always Still, my instinct is that chatting with you would find the bot conversations more
involves the possibility that something will these bots is largely harmless. In fact, if existentially satisfying if you approached
happen, even if most people are not very we can return to Freud for a moment, it them with the moral seriousness of the
good at thinking through the aftermath. might be the very harmlessness that’s Continental love affair, projecting yourself
That something is usually sex—though not troubling you. If it’s true that meaningful into the future to consider the full range
always. Flirting can be a form of deception relationships depend upon the possibility of ethical consequences that might
or manipulation, as when sensuality of consequences—and, furthermore, that one day accompany such interactions.
is leveraged to obtain money, clout, or the capacity to experience meaning is Assuming that chatbots eventually become
information. Which is, of course, part of what distinguishes us from machines— sophisticated enough to raise questions
what contributes to its essential ambiguity. then perhaps you’re justified in fearing that about consciousness and the soul, how
Given that bots have no sexual desire, these conversations are making you less would you feel about flirting with a subject
the question of ulterior motives is human. What could be more innocuous, that is disembodied, unpaid, and created
unavoidable. What are they trying to after all, than flirting with a network of solely to entertain and seduce you? What
obtain? Engagement is the most likely mathematical vectors that has no feelings might your uneasiness say about the power
objective. Digital technologies in general and will endure any offense, a relationship balance of such transactions—and your
have become notably flirtatious in their that cannot be sabotaged any more than obligations as a human? Keeping these
quest to maximize our attention, using a it can be consummated? What could be questions in mind will prepare you for a
siren song of vibrations, chimes, and push more meaningless? time when the lines between consciousness
notifications to lure us away from other It’s possible that this will change one day. and code become blurrier. In the meantime
allegiances and commitments. Most of For the past century or so, novels, TV, and it will, at the very least, make things more
these tactics rely on flattery to one degree films have envisioned a future in which interesting.
or another: the notice that someone robots can passably serve as romantic
has liked your photo or mentioned your partners, becoming convincing enough Faithfully,
name or added you to their network— to elicit human love. It’s no wonder that Cloud
MACHINES OF
LOVING GRACE
BY MEGHAN O’GIEBLYN
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to them: Hello, robot! andWe love you! They zas elaborate on this enchanted landscape out having been designed. I’d focused pri-
inspired a proliferation of memes on the Uni- of “cybernetic forests” and flowerlike com- marily on the work of Rodney Brooks, who
versity of Wisconsin–Madison social media puters, a world in which digital technolo- headed up the MIT Artificial Intelligence Lab
pages. One student dressed a bot in a hat and gies reunite us with “our mammal brothers in the late 1990s, and his “embodied intelli-
scarf, snapped a photo, and created a profile and sisters,” where man and robot and beast gence” approach to robotics. Before Brooks
for it on a dating app. Its name was listed as achieve true equality of being. The work came along, most forms of AI were designed
Onezerozerooneoneone, its age 18. Occupa- evokes a particular subgenre of West Coast like enormous disembodied brains, as scien-
tion: delivery boi. Orientation: asexual robot. utopianism, one that recalls the back-to-the- tists believed that the body played no part in
Around this time autonomous machines land movement and Stewart Brand’s Whole human cognition. As a result, these machines
were popping up all over the country. Gro- Earth Catalog, which envisioned the tools excelled at the most abstract forms of intel-
cery stores were using them to patrol aisles, of the American industrial complex repur- ligence—calculus, chess—but failed miser-
searching for spills and debris. Walmart had posed to bring about a more equitable and ably when it came to the kinds of activities
introduced them in its supercenters to keep ecologically sustainable world. It imagines that children found easy: speech and vision,
track of out-of-stock items. A New York technology returning us to a more prim- distinguishing a cup from a pencil. When the
Times story reported that many of these itive era—a premodern and perhaps pre- machines were given bodies and taught to
robots had been christened with nicknames Christian period of history, when humans interact with their environment, they did so
by their human coworkers and given name lived in harmony with nature and inanimate at a painfully slow and clumsy pace, as they
badges. One was thrown a birthday party, objects were enchanted with life. had to constantly refer each new encounter
where it was given, among other gifts, a can Echoes of this dream can still be found back to their internal model of the world.
of WD-40 lubricant. The article presented in conversations about technology. It is Brooks’ revelation was that it was pre-
these anecdotes wryly, for the most part, as reiterated by those, like MIT’s David Rose, cisely this central processing—the comput-
instances of harmless anthropomorphism, who speculate that the internet of things will er’s “brain,” so to speak—that was holding
but the same instinct was already driving soon “enchant” everyday objects, imbuing it back. While watching one of these robots
public policy. In 2017 the European Parlia- doorknobs, thermostats, refrigerators, and clumsily navigate a room, he realized that a
ment had proposed that robots should be cars with responsiveness and intelligence. It cockroach could accomplish the same task
deemed “electronic persons,” arguing that can be found in the work of posthuman the- with more speed and agility despite requir-
certain forms of AI had become sophisticated orists like Jane Bennett, who imagines digi- ing less computing power. Brooks began
enough to be considered responsible agents. tal technologies reconfiguring our modern building machines that were modeled after
It was a legal distinction, made within the understanding of “dead matter” and reviv- insects. He used an entirely new system of
context of liability law, though the language ing a more ancient worldview “wherein computing he called subsumption archi-
seemed to summon an ancient, animist matter has a liveliness, resilience, unpre- tecture, a form of distributed intelligence
cosmology wherein all kinds of inanimate dictability, or recalcitrance that is itself a much like the kind found in beehives and
objects—trees and rocks, pipes and kettles— source of wonder for us.” forests. In place of central processing, his
were considered nonhuman “persons.” “I like to think” begins each stanza of machines were equipped with several differ-
It made me think of the opening of a 1967 Brautigan’s poem, a refrain that reads less ent modules that each had its own sensors,
poem by Richard Brautigan, “All Watched as poetic device than as mystical invocation. cameras, and actuators and communicated
Over by Machines of Loving Grace”: This vision of the future may be just another minimally with the others. Rather than being
form of wishful thinking, but it is a compel- programmed in advance with a coherent pic-
I like to think (and ling one, if only because of its historical sym- ture of the world, they learned on the fly by
the sooner the better!) metry. It seems only right that technology directly interacting with their environment.
of a cybernetic meadow should restore to us the enchanted world that One of them, Herbert, learned to wander
where mammals and computers technology itself destroyed. Perhaps the very around the lab and steal empty soda cans
live together in mutually forces that facilitated our exile from Eden from people’s offices. Another, Genghis,
programming harmony will one day reanimate our garden with dig- managed to navigate rough terrain without
like pure water ital life. Perhaps the only way out is through. any kind of memory or internal mapping.
touching clear sky. Brooks took these successes to mean that
intelligence did not require a unified, know-
Brautigan penned these lines during the Brautigan’s poem had been on my mind ing subject. He was convinced that these sim-
Summer of Love, from the heart of the coun- for some time before the robots arrived. Ear- ple robot competencies would build on one
terculture in San Francisco, while he was lier that year I’d been invited to take part in a another until they evolved something that
poet in residence at the California Institute panel called Writing the Nonhuman, a con- looked very much like human intelligence.
of Technology. The poem’s subsequent stan- versation about the relationship between Brooks and his team at MIT were essen-
humans, nature, and technology during the tially trying to re-create the conditions of
Adapted from the book God, Human, Anthropocene. human evolution. If it’s true that human
Animal, Machine: Technology, Metaphor, My talk was about emergent intelligence intelligence emerges from the more primitive
and the Search for Meaning, out this in AI, the notion that higher-level capacities mechanisms we inherited from our ances-
month from Doubleday. can spontaneously appear in machines with- tors, then robots should similarly evolve
INTELLIGENT DESIGN
that technology
in their image. But evolution depends on
bottom-up strategies—single-cell organ-
should restore to us
isms develop into complex, multicellular
creatures—which Brooks came to see as
destroyed. Perhaps
tions, our ancestors had learned to walk, to
eat, to move about in an environment. Once
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tentatively. Students
to socially engage with them. In fact, he
believed that intelligence exists only in the
began shouting,
relationships we, as observers, perceive
when watching an entity interact with its
And magically, as
over time, as the systems grew more com-
plex, they would evolve not only intelligence
though in response to
but consciousness as well. Consciousness
was not some substance in the brain but
this encouragement,
rather emerged from the complex relation-
ships between the subject and the world. It
the crosswalk.
eations between self and other. As Brooks put
it, “Thought and consciousness will not need
to be programmed in. They will emerge.”
of nature that was popular at that time, vital- a plan. But at some point the thing I have a notoriously dangerous intersection, par-
ists insisted that an organism was more than made opens its mouth and starts issuing ticularly at night, when the occasional stu-
the sum of its parts—that there must exist, in decrees of its own. The words seem to take dent would make a wild, last-second dash
addition to its physical body, some “living on their own life, such that when I am fin- across it, narrowly escaping a rush of oncom-
principle,” or élan vital. Some believed that ished, it is difficult to explain how the work ing traffic. As I stood there waiting, I noticed
this life force was ether or electricity, and became what it did. Writers often speak of that everyone’s attention was drawn to this
scientific efforts to discover this substance such experiences with wonder and awe, other crosswalk. I looked down the street,
often veered into the ambition to re-create but I’ve always been wary of them. I won- and there, waiting on the corner, was one
it artificially. The Italian scientist Luigi Gal- der whether it is a good thing for an artist, or of the delivery robots, looking utterly bewil-
vani performed well-publicized experiments any kind of maker, to be so porous, even if dered and forlorn. (But how? It did not even
in which he tried to bring dismembered frog the intervening god is nothing more than the have a face.) It was trying to cross the street,
legs to life by zapping them with an electri- laws of physics or the workings of her uncon- but each time it inched out into the cross-
cal current. Reports of these experiments scious. If what emerges from such efforts walk, it sensed a car approaching and backed
inspired Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein, comes, as Rose puts it, “from regions beyond up. The crowd emitted collective murmurs
whose hero, the mad scientist, is steeped in your control,” then at what point does the of concern. “You can do it!” someone yelled
the vitalist philosophies of his time. finished product transcend your wishes or from the opposite side of the street. By this
When reading about Brooks and his team escape your intent? point several people on the sidewalk had
at MIT, I often got the feeling they were stopped walking to watch the spectacle.
engaged in a kind of alchemy, carrying on The road cleared momentarily, and
the legacy of those vitalist magicians who Later that spring I learned that the food- the robot once again began inching for-
inspired Victor Frankenstein to animate his delivery robots had indeed arrived during ward. This was its one shot, though the
creature out of dead matter—and flirting with the break. A friend of mine who’d spent the machine still moved tentatively—it wasn’t
the same dangers. The most mystical aspect winter on campus told me that for several clear whether it was going to make a run
of emergentism, after all, is the implication weeks they had roamed the empty univer- for it. Students began shouting, “Now,
that we can make things that we don’t com- sity sidewalks, learning all the routes and now, NOW!” And magically, as though in
pletely understand. For decades, critics have mapping important obstacles. The machines response to this encouragement, the robot
argued that artificial general intelligence—AI had neural nets and learned to navigate their sped across the crosswalk. Once it arrived
that is equivalent to human intelligence—is environment through repeated interactions at the other side of the street—just missing
impossible, because we don’t yet know how with it. This friend was working in one of the the next bout of traffic—the entire crowd
the human brain works. But emergence in emptied-out buildings near the lake, and he erupted into cheers. Someone shouted that
nature demonstrates that complex systems said he’d often looked out the window of his the robot was his hero. The light changed.
can self-organize in unexpected ways with- office and seen them zipping around below. As we began walking across the street, the
out being intended or designed. Order can Once he caught them all congregated in a cir- crowd remained buoyant, laughing and
arise from chaos. In machine intelligence, cle in the middle of the campus mall. “They smiling. A woman who was around my
the hope persists that if we put the pieces were having some kind of symposium,” he age—subsumed, like me, in this sea of young
together the right way—through ingenuity said. They communicated dangers to one people—caught my eye, identifying an ally.
or accident—consciousness will emerge as another and remotely passed along informa- She clutched her scarf around her neck and
a side effect of complexity. At some point tion to help adapt to new challenges in the shook her head, looking somewhat stunned.
nature will step in and finish the job. environment. When construction began that “I was really worried for that little guy.”
It seems impossible. But then again, aren’t spring outside one of the largest buildings, Later I learned that the robots were
all creative undertakings rooted in processes word spread through the robot network— observed at all times by a human engineer
that remain mysterious to the creator? Art- or, as one local paper put it, “the robots who sat in a room somewhere in the bowels
ists have long understood that making is an remapped and ‘told’ each other about it.” of the campus, watching them all on com-
elusive endeavor, one that makes the art- One day I was passing through campus puter screens. If one of the bots found itself in
ist porous to larger forces that seem to arise on my way home from the library. It was a particularly hairy predicament, the human
from outside herself. The philosopher Gillian early evening, around the time the last after- controller could override its systems and
Rose once described the act of writing as “a noon classes let out, and the sidewalks were control it manually. In other words, it was
mix of discipline and miracle, which leaves crowded with students. I was waiting at a impossible to know whether the bots were
you in control, even when what appears on light to cross the main thoroughfare—a busy acting autonomously or being maneuvered
the page has emerged from regions beyond four-lane street that bifurcated the campus— remotely. The most eerily intelligent behav-
your control.” I have often experienced this along with dozens of other people. Farther ior I had observed in them may have been
strange phenomenon in my own work. I down the street there was another crosswalk, precisely what it appeared to be: evidence
always sit down at my desk with a vision and though this one did not have a light. It was of human intelligence.
MEGHAN O’GIEBLYN is also the author of Interior States, which won the Believer Book Award
for nonfiction. Her writing has received three Pushcart Prizes and has appeared in the Best
American Essays anthology. She also writes the “Cloud Support” advice column for wired .
FOOD
SHOULDN’T
BE AN
IMPOSSIBLE
CHOICE
by Jason Parham
Illustrations by Aaron Marin
Near the end of 2009, during the twilight months of a decade that saw the first
Black man elected to the US presidency, Ashley Weatherspoon was chasing viral-
ity on a young app called Twitter. As the personal assistant for the singer Adrienne
Bailon, a former member of the pop groups 3LW and the Cheetah Girls, Weatherspoon
often worked on social media strategy. For weeks, she and Bailon had been testing
out hashtags on both their feeds to see what would connect with fans. A mild suc-
cess came with variations on #UKnowUrBoyfriendsCheatingWhen. Later, on a car
ride around Manhattan, they began playing with #UKnowUrFromNewYorkWhen.
“We started going ham on it,” Weatherspoon told me when we spoke on the phone in
June. As the two women were laughing and joking, an even better idea popped into
Weatherspoon’s head. “Then I said, oh, ‘You know you’re Black when …’”
It was the first Sunday in September, at exactly 4:25 pm, when Weatherspoon logged
on to Twitter and wrote, “#uknowurblackwhen u cancel plans when its raining.” The
hashtag spread like wildfire. Within two hours, 1.2 percent of all Twitter correspondence
revolved around Weatherspoon’s hashtag, as Black users riffed on everything from car
rims to tall tees. It was the viral hit she was after—and confirmation of a rich fabric being
threaded together across the platform. Here, in all its melanated glory, was Black Twitter.
More than a decade later, Black Twitter has become the most dynamic subset not
only of Twitter but of the wider social internet. Capable of creating, shaping, and
remixing popular culture at light speed, it remains the incubator of nearly every
meme (Crying Jordan, This you?), hashtag (#IfTheyGunnedMeDown, #OscarsSoWhite,
#YouOKSis), and social justice cause (Me Too, Black Lives Matter) worth knowing
about. It is both news and analysis, call and response, judge and jury—a comedy
showcase, therapy session, and family cookout all in one. Black Twitter is a multiverse,
simultaneously an archive and an all-seeing lens into the future. As Weatherspoon
puts it: “Our experience is universal. Our experience is big. Our experience is relevant.”
Though Twitter was founded 15 years ago, with the goal of changing how—and how
quickly—people communicate online, the ingenious use of the platform by Black
users can be traced, in a way, much further back in time. In 1970, when the computer
revolution was in its infancy, Amiri Baraka, the founder of the Black Arts Movement,
published an essay called “Technology & Ethos.” “How do you communicate with the
great masses of Black people?” he asked. “What is our spirit, what will it project? What
machines will it produce? What will they achieve?”
For Black users today, Twitter is Baraka’s prophetic machine: voice and community,
power and empowerment. To use his words, it has become a space “to imagine—to
think—to construct—to energize!!!” What follows is the first official chronicling of how
it all came fantastically together. Like all histories, it is incomplete. But it is a begin-
ning. An outline. Think of it as a kind of record of Blackness—how it moves and thrives
online, how it creates, how it communes—told through the eyes of those who lived it.
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1 COMING TOGETHER
Mayard: Early on, not much was As the notion of a “Black Twitter”
Laurent Chevalier (Babumba); courtesy of André Brock; courtesy of Judnick Mayard; Raven B. Varona (Obell); Carletta Girma (C. Thompson); Jonta’ Harris (Sean); courtesy of Naima Cochrane;
coming off of Twitter into the took off, celebrities, musicians, and
media yet. You wouldn’t go there other artists joined in, attracting more
with the purpose of, “I’m about to media attention and more users.
say something. I want lots of people Jenkins: We were having this
to hear it.” Because it’s like, who’s moment where the rest of the world
gonna hear it? You stuck to your was realizing that we did things in
voice because you weren’t really groups. Ashley
looking for an audience. Weatherspoon,
Clayton: It annoyed me because it founder of
Brock: It was a porch kind of space, was just such a frenzy around, Why DearYoungQueen
courtesy of Sarah J. Jackson; Mike Dawkins (K. Thompson); courtesy of Meredith Clark; courtesy of Jasmyn Lawson; all other portraits Getty Images
where people would just congregate are the Blacks tweeting? For me, .com: I was work-
with people they knew and talk about Twitter was just Twitter. I felt we ing for Adrienne Bailon and
things that were passing them by. were being put under a microscope. Fabolous, the rapper, who at the
time was the Tweet God. He used to
Mayard: The first time I realized Elzie: I’m not even sure why people be on Twitter in the beginning like
that we were organized as Black called Black Twitter that before 2014. you wouldn’t believe.
Twitter was #TwitterAfterDark. It Before Ferguson, we seemed to exist
was like, oh, these regular people in regional pockets. There was STL Jenkins: Fab used to be the Twitter
are making dirty jokes and joking Twitter, Chicago Twitter, New York all-star. It opened up a whole new
about horny motherfuckers. Twitter, Atlanta Twitter, Miami, LA, lane in his persona. He started
Houston and Dallas. But there was no to become a really humorous
Reign: Third-shift Twitter was when real, “Hi, this is everyone and we are character.
things would get quite racy—after 11 all Black Twitter.”
pm Eastern time. Weatherspoon: And in this really
Rembert Browne, unique way we were kind of using
Mayard: It was the era of the man- creative lead for the feedback to drive things. For Fab,
ual retweet, and we were starting brand and voice at if something would land with Black
to see the phenomenon of people Twitter: At a certain Twitter, it would become a line in a
adding on to a joke. The perfor- point I remember verse on a rap song.
mance that really comes with Black being out in New York and some-
Twitter was starting to happen. one told me that I was part of Black Mayard: The only reason to go on
Twitter—and that being surreal, Twitter in the beginning was to talk
Lemieux: Someone wrote this arti- because I didn’t think of myself as to celebrities. It felt like you were
cle about “Late Night Black People part of anything. in their head. You wake up and see
Twitter.” That was around the time Questlove has said something to
that people started to coalesce Michael Arceneaux, you, and you’re like, whoa.
around that terminology. For me, it author of I Don’t
was a natural extension of what peo- Want to Die Poor:
ple had been trying to do on MySpace Most white peo-
and via the Black blogosphere. ple are not around
Black people. We don’t really mix
Brock: A lot of discussions began to outside of work. That’s when I real-
pop off around what it meant to be ized: White people are watching.
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Entertainment continued to fuel the Clayton: It got even crazier when
early years of Black Twitter, cul- Shonda Rhimes herself would jump
minating in an unlikely and trans- in on the conversation, answer ques-
formative kind of event: the 2012 tions, and address somebody’s sassy
premiere of Scandal on ABC. little tweet. It was one big house party.
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Of course, it wasn’t all champagne
and good times. The burgeoning
cultural force that was Black Twitter
came with its share of problems— Lemieux: From the beginning of
some downright nasty. Twitter, it was absolutely fucked
up to be a Black feminist on there.
There’s a target on your head.
Twitter gave a microphone to peo-
Reign: Our culture is appropriated ple who might not otherwise have
all the time, in every industry, in a had it, but it didn’t come with Arceneaux: It was very specific to
myriad of ways, and that is also true instructions on how you cope with Twitter.
within Black Twitter. strangers gossiping about the details
of your personal life, or how you Rivera: I started seeing people
Clayton: I wasn’t as aware of how it deal with death threats. whose blogs I followed—people
was going to become a bastion of like Jamilah Lemieux, Michael
cultural appropriation. Mayard: When we come into a Arceneaux, and Demetria Lucas—
Alamy (Meteors, Space Colony); all other photo sources Getty Images
Wesley Lowery,
60 Minutes+ corre-
spondent: My first
tweet about Trayvon
Martin said, “Until a
17-year-old black boy can walk into any
store in America to buy Skittles with-
out being gunned down, we can’t stop
talking about race.” It was one of those
first instances of getting used to the idea
that I could say things and those mes-
sages could find like-minded people to
participate in this dialog that was bigger
than myself.
Naima Cochrane,
music and culture
journalist: That was
probably the begin-
ning of what we now
consider hashtag activism, if you want
to call it that.
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Reign: There was also a lot of emo- have ever been privy to how wide-
A year later, on August 9, 2014, tion involved, and people started to spread the knowledge was that we
18-year-old Michael Brown, mobilize almost immediately. were being killed. It’s one thing to
who had graduated from high see every Black person in your life be
school the week prior, was Obell: People were like, I’m being like, why did they kill that boy? It’s
killed in Ferguson, Missouri. He sent to Ferguson. It was becoming a another thing to see in real time mil-
was shot six times. story because of Twitter. lions of Black people say—let’s keep
it a buck—they murdered that boy.
Lowery: One of the first things I
did as I got on the airplane was, I Sean: There were a lot of people try-
Sarah J. Jackson, tweeted, “Hey I’m gonna head down ing to figure out exactly what hap-
coauthor of to Ferguson who should I talk to?” pened. There were a lot of conflicting
#Hashtag Activism: And my mentions just filled up with views of what should be shared, what
Networks of the @s of all of these activists on the should be shown, what should be
Race and Gender ground, people who lived in the area, retweeted.
Justice: One of the very first tweets to and local politicians. It very much felt
use “Ferguson”—people hadn’t even like it was this story that was playing
started using the hashtag #Ferguson, out on the internet.
they were just using the word—was
from a young woman who was one Sean: The Trayvon situation
of Michael Brown’s neighbors. She was more, I guess, reactive. With Did it matter that certain partici-
stepped out on her doorstep, took a Ferguson, I realized that Twitter pants in that conversation were not,
picture, and basically described what was a place for raw, unfiltered, as critics liked to point out at the
she saw. She didn’t have a lot of fol- in-the-moment reporting. That was time, “real journalists”?
lowers. She wasn’t an influencer. the first time I saw Black Twitter in
She wasn’t an activist. She was just a the streets in real time.
community member.
Kashmir Reign: There were over a thousand
Elzie: I was out running errands, and Thompson, visual tweets about Mike Brown and his
I remember being on Twitter crack- artist: I remem- murder before any national news
ing jokes. Then a woman DMs me. ber Johnetta [Elzie] outlet picked it up.
She was like, “Netta, I just saw this being one of the
picture float down my timeline. I first people that I really saw tweet- Cochrane: As much as three days
think you should see it.” ing about it. When it happened, it before national news outlets were in
was like, oh shit, now I need to fol- Ferguson, people from Black Twitter
Reign: I saw someone post some- low her. She was really there. were in Ferguson.
thing like, Damn, I think they just
shot somebody outside my win- Elzie: It wasn’t like I was shocked Jackson: We knew Michael Brown
dow. And he posted a picture of Mike that the St. Louis police had killed was a teenager, and we knew that
Brown’s lifeless body on the ground. someone. The police had just shot he wasn’t armed. We knew all these
He had taken the picture, I guess, and killed one of my closest friends things that we felt with our intuition.
from the inside of his apartment. in February. But they were validated by the fact
that members of our community
Mayard: For the first time in one of Obell: Police brutality didn’t start were there with firsthand accounts
these shootings, information was when Twitter started. The differ- giving us that information.
getting to us, from us. There was ence was that Twitter made it so that
visual evidence. it was no longer just local news that Sean: We didn’t have to rely on major
could be snuffed out. We were able to news outlets like CNN or MSNBC.
watch ourselves collectively grieve. We could hear live from people who
were there. We could see it. We could
Mayard: I don’t think other peo- feel it.
ple have ever been privy to our in-
real-time pain. I don’t think people Browne: A lot of publications just
sent photographers down, and the
reports that were coming back felt
very ruin-porny, very look at how
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bad things are. It felt like it wasn’t
telling the full story. “Jack would say himself, Ferguson taught
Clayton: I knew that I couldn’t trust them at Twitter how to maximize and how
white media for shit. The importance to use their platform.” —JOHNETTA ELZIE
of people at the protests being able to
capture footage and document what
was actually going on—it’s priceless.
Reign: There’s Snapchat and
Priceless because the media has such
Facebook and Instagram and all the
influence over how people think and
rest of them, but everything now has
how people feel and how people see
a hashtag. Everything! That came
Black people.
from Twitter.
Compounded by the deaths of
Jenkins: It became inarguable,
Michael Brown and Eric Garner Cochrane: A hashtag could be an
like, whoa, there are people on the
that same year, a national move- emphasis. A hashtag could be a slo-
ground that maybe aren’t trained as
ment for racial justice, fueled by gan. A hashtag could be a tagline or
journalists, but they have truth and
hashtags, caught fire. a mantra.
emotion behind them.
Reign: #MeToo was started by a Black Brock: Zola’s story, “Meet me in Another relatable Black moment: not
woman, Tarana Burke. It was popu- Temecula” [@SnottieDrippen vs. seeing some of your biggest stars get
larized by Alyssa Milano, who over- @MyTweetsRealAF, and the fight the recognition they deserve.
stepped. She needed to be checked, that didn’t happen]—they weren’t
and Black Twitter did that. hashtags, but they also became part
of Black Twitter lore.
Reign: In January 2015, I was still
Obell: It’s the reprieve of joy and a practicing attorney at the time. I
comedy that I get from Black probably had around 8,000 follow-
Finally, after years of hashtag activ-
ism and real-world change, even
Twitter HQ began to take notice of
what was happening on its platform.
JASON PARHAM
Clayton: That’s the time when we
(@nonlinearnotes) is a senior writer
needed emotional support the most.
at wired . He wrote about TikTok
We were pre-grieving all the things we
and digital blackface in issue 28.09.
knew that we stood to lose with his pres-
idency, and we were grieving the loss of
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Even—perhaps especially—in
the face of a raging, terrifying global Just as it was in the early days,
C. Thompson: The Trump years
pandemic. shared moments of entertainment
were a time for us to come together,
became prime-time viewing during
hold on, and ride this terrible wave
the pandemic.
together.
Brock: The Yahoo tweet “Trump Cochrane: I remember it being, Rivera: The conversation was on
wants a much nigger navy” is infa- like, June, and somebody would say Twitter. I had the time of my life the
mous. They took it down 20 minutes something about a panasonic or a night Teddy Riley battled Babyface.
after, so you’ll never find it. panorama or a pan pizza, and folks
are like, don’t you mean pandemic? Obell: From the multiple attempts to
Elzie: Everybody was like, wait, what And we’re like, no, a Pinocchio. It’s a them being peak Black uncles to the
does this say? Some news publica- permanent press. [Laughs.] guy who was on the side jamming
tion and their alleged typo [for “big- with Teddy the whole time, and how
ger navy”]. That’s a hell of a typo, but Obell: Are we gonna call the pan- that became a meme—I don’t think
OK. demic everything but that? A pana- I’ve ever laughed more.
sonic? A panini? Yes. Because what
Sean: I have never laughed so hard. else are we supposed to do? Die? No. Babumba: I’m not exaggerating,
I mean, it’s got to be one of the top actual tears came from my fucking
three Black Twitter moments of all Babumba: The pandemic was unbe- eyeballs. I cried multiple times that
time. lievably difficult, and I can look at night because mofos were wylin.
mad moments on Black Twitter It was off the rails, and jokes were
Rivera: We had a field day. It was just like, this is the only way I’m getting prime.
so many jokes around basically what through the day.
would be a Black Navy. It was a lot of Brock: These were spaces where
Cash Money taking over for the 99, Kashmir: We supported each other. people could witness a collective
people on boats, and all of that. Myself and a lot of my followers experience of joy and relaxation,
would do random lunch giveaways, since many of us were shut out of
Elzie: I appreciate Black people’s where we would pick some of our concerts. My wife is still mad about
ability to find joy or make a joke. I followers to Cash App money to. our Janet Jackson tickets.
know that sometimes we shouldn’t
joke about certain shit, but some C. Thompson: I came down with Babumba: Tiger King was a fine
things are just, like, the joke is right Covid. I was isolated in my own documentary, but what made it
there and I’m glad you said it. home. When I was up to it, I would good—actually more than watch-
get on Twitter and talk about it. You able, but enjoyable—was watching
Cochrane: The unofficial code of know, my anxieties around it. People it with Black Twitter. The Michael
Black Twitter is: Jokes are better responded and prayed for me. Jordan documentary was amazing,
than facts. People sent food deliveries. It made but it was more amazing because
everything a lot more bearable. Black Twitter had jokes for days. The
work that Jasmyn did over at Netflix,
Obell: Black Twitter did a lot of
affirming that was necessary—men-
tally—at the time. Like, I’m not the
only one arguing with my mom
about not going to church; you all are
dealing with that too?
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when she was able to put together
that Coachella watch party for
Beyoncé—unbelievable.
“How many TV shows have made a BLM
Jasmyn Lawson, episode? That is how deep in the culture
TV content exec-
utive at Netflix: Black Twitter has been.” —RAQUEL WILLIS
For someone like
me who lives
alone, the isolation hit very quick.
I was like, OK, how can I still feel
connected to people? I’m a huge horrified and gut-busting laughter at
Beyoncé fan, and I remember Jackson: People were doing what how we were on Black Twitter like,
live-tweeting when Homecoming they do, which is the resiliency of OK, this ain’t got nothing to do with
first came on Netflix. I thought, can Blackness in America. They were fig- us. Like the eating popcorn GIF. We
we do that as a group? I definitely uring out how to build community. were marveling at the ridiculousness
did not expect it to grow and have They were figuring out how to take of it all, even as scary as it was.
so many legs or to get the atten- action on Twitter. They were pointing
tion of Beyoncé herself. The trend- out the hypocrisy of the nation that Jenkins: If we saw Black people out
ing topic was number one across was letting Black people die at a dis- there, we know that we were about
the globe. proportionate rate from this plague to watch one of the biggest massa-
that was keeping us apart while try- cres to ever take place on American
ing to decide whether to reelect a soil. But there was very few Black
white supremacist or not. people in sight, so we knew it was
about to be jokes.
Sean: The news cycle was just crazy.
But the joys would prove fleeting— We had Trump in office doing all of
it was to be a merciless year that what Trump was doing.
wouldn’t let up. George Floyd and
Breonna Taylor. Nationwide pro- Cochrane: Twitter wore my nerves
tests. A contentious election that out during election season. As the election of Joe Biden por-
threatened to rip the country apart. tended a return to a kind of nor-
Rivera: The way Atlanta came malcy, Black Twitter began to look
through, and the memes about the inward, prompting a period of soul
mail-in votes, you know what I searching.
Babumba: When the George Floyd mean? That was us congratulating
video came out, Twitter was afire. us, because we always fought for the
promise and the right of liberation
Browne: The uprisings in the and freedom. Sean: I kind of pulled away from
streets felt very connected to 2013, Black Twitter in 2020. We had so
’14, ’15 in terms of, I’m getting my Arceneaux: By this stage, Twitter was much misinformation and back and
real news from Twitter again. The more exhausting than enjoyable for forth about Covid and what we’re
reporting about the 2020 election. me. So while Twitter is where I first supposed to do and who thinks what.
The reporting about the police. I saw the news of Biden’s election, I Combine that with the idea that
knew that the realest version I was was more relieved by the cheers out- Twitter is not as fun as it used to be,
gonna get was gonna be on Twitter. side in Harlem—a break from the because everything is so overpoliced.
My mom was going to find out sirens signaling death and shit—than
about it on cable news. And then at on the timeline. Cochrane: I think accountability is
some point, I would talk to her and important, but now there is a little bit
tell her what’s actually going on. Cochrane: The insurrection at the of glee when, quote-unquote, expos-
Capitol was horrifying. But I was ing people. And in the hastiness to do
Babumba: The protests started hap- going back and forth between being that, misinformation runs rampant.
pening, and you started seeing That is the one thing about Black
people moving in the streets. And Twitter that I think is hard: Once
yes, we were moving in the streets something gets going, it’s very hard to
during the pandemic. reel it back in.
Browne: In reality, like everything,
there are sections of Black Twitter.
There are even generations of Black
Twitter.
BY GREGORY BARBER
Power
Photographs by Aubrey Trinnaman
and leaves on a trail. A scientist may devote
a lifetime to studying a single species. But
to Fraga, these acts of appreciation, while
welcome, are rooted in selfishness, not ser-
vice. In her work as conservation director
at the California Botanic Garden, near Los
Angeles, she is frequently asked why a per-
son should care about a particular plant.
Sometimes she poses this question to her-
self, like a catechism. Fraga doesn’t mean to
get “all woo-woo” on you, but here it is: Her
answer is rooted not in beauty or useful-
ness or even a sense of curiosity or wonder,
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but in the fact that a species exists uniquely
on this earth. Fraga knows that most peo-
ple don’t feel this way. It is a level of respect
that plants do not often receive.
What called her to the service of the
Tiehm’s buckwheat was its rarity. Fraga
often hikes to the top of the white hill, where
she can look out over the complete universe
of the plant. At the time of her initial visit,
the latest count was 44,000 buckwheats
across 10 acres, rooted in eight patches of
white earth. Some time ago—perhaps thou-
sands of years, or maybe tens of thousands,
nobody can say—seeds found their way
into this soil, which lacks important nutri-
ents like phosphorus and nitrogen, and is
extremely alkaline, more like baking soda
than loam. But wild buckwheats, which are
relatively distant cousins of the crop used
to make flour for pancakes, are a tenacious
genus of plant, known for making do with
whatever soil they happen upon. Evolution
Whatever violence occurred in the midsummer heat on that lonely ran its course, and a new species emerged.
white hill in Nevada, there was no one around to see it. By the time Naomi Fraga The plant learned to grow there and, as far
got there in mid-September, the air had cooled and investigators had already as anyone knew, only there. There were no
visited the scene. But evidence of a massacre remained: Where there had once competitors for that toxic soil. Until, that is,
been plants, there were now hundreds of empty holes. A few mangled stems, the lithium mine.
severed from their roots, lay half buried in the chalky dirt. What alarmed Fraga In mining terms, the alkaline soil is called
more than the dead or missing was the selective way they had been targeted. overburden—material that’s stripped away
The white hill stood atop a high desert ridge that was once part of an ancient to access desired material below. The value
caldera, and it was home to a wide variety of Great Basin flora. There were vari- of lithium has soared recently as the real-
ous species, including saltbushes and sagebrush. But only one appeared to have ity of climate change hits home. The ele-
fallen victim to the unseen attack—a buckwheat. As she walked around, Fraga’s ment is at the heart of the batteries that
first reaction was disbelief. What, or who, had it out for this particular plant? will power millions of electric cars and a
The stricken species was named Eriogonum tiehmii, or Tiehm’s wild buck- renewable energy grid. In April, President
wheat. (Tiehm is pronounced like “team.”) Fraga had first met the plant in late Biden set a goal of significantly cutting US
spring, when the rains coax out a single pale yellow puffball of a blossom that emissions by 2030, and global demand for
would make a splendid addition to a garden in Whoville. She lithium-ion batteries is expected to quin-
thought it was adorable. But the bloom lasts only a month. Most tuple by then. Until now, lithium has come
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of the year the plant lies dormant; its plump leaves dry out and Tiehm’s buckwheat almost exclusively from overseas, but as the
fade to a charmless gray. (left) in bloom on rest of the world makes a similar scram-
Fraga is a botanist who considers herself to be in the service Rhyolite Ridge in ble for resources, this supply is growing
Nevada, where the
of plants. Many people love plants. They will tenderly care for rocks are rich in increasingly precarious. The mine that was
them, encourage flowering or fruit, take an interest in the bark lithium (right). proposed for this Nevada spot, known as
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Rhyolite Ridge, wouldn’t solve that short- lithium ions and their liberated electrons will
age on its own, but it would make a dent. happily shuttle through an electrolyte from one
The area has enough battery-grade mate- end, the anode, to the other, the cathode, gener-
rial to power about 400,000 electric cars a ating power along the way. And because lithium
year for at least a quarter century. The total is the lightest metallic element, relatively little
value of the mine’s resources was estimated mass is required to store a lot of juice. In a Tesla
at $10 billion. Model S, only 3 percent of the battery pack is lith-
Even an amateur geologist viewing the ium metal, according to some outside estimates.
landscape could see how hopelessly the That level of efficiency, though, was long
habitat and the resource are intertwined. in coming. The first rechargeable battery,
The white patches in which the buckwheat invented in 1859 by Gaston Plante, involved
grow are outcrops of a rock called searlesite, lead and acid. The same basic chemistry still
where much of the lithium is locked. The creates the spark that starts a gas-powered
mine would swallow much of the buck- car engine, but the design is as heavy and toxic
wheat’s habitat—60 percent of the plants as it sounds, and it’s not powerful enough for
would be removed in phase one of the proj- many modern uses. By the beginning of the last
ect, rising to 90 percent during phase two, century, scientists believed that lithium-based
according to conservationists. To compen- designs could pack more punch, going longer
sate, the mine owners, who deny the loss without weighing things down. It would take
would be that high, planned to transplant decades of experiments to work out the chem-
the buckwheat or grow it from seed in unoc- istry, and a viable commercial model emerged
cupied soil nearby. But for a plant that has only in the 1990s. Three scientists who made it
not naturally colonized any other home, it is possible were awarded the Nobel Prize in 2019.
not clear if it would survive the move. It is a miraculous thing that in 2021 a car
No one doubts the value of lithium in fight- can drive from Los Angeles to San Francisco
ing climate change. But there would be costs on a single electric charge and without spew-
wherever the element was extracted from ing exhaust, or that a solar farm can compete
the ground, and here that cost would come with a gas plant by storing electrons overnight.
at the expense of a plant. Fraga had decided These advances have arrived in the nick of time
the buckwheat was hers to protect. That for a transition away from fossil fuels. The ris-
September day, she couldn’t make sense of ing demand for new electric cars and trucks
what she saw. She knew the summer had is expected to lead to a tripling of the total energy capacity of new batteries
been unusually dry, which meant that ani- between 2020 and 2025. These batteries aren’t perfect. They will need to get
mals were seeking moisture wherever they smaller, more recyclable, more powerful, and also more diversified, with ver-
could, perhaps in the roots of plants. Maybe sions that depend on other resources, such as sodium or manganese. In the
they had caused the destruction. But her first interim, though, the world needs a lot more lithium.
thought was that it had something to do with Lithium is abundant in the Earth’s crust, but there is rarely enough in any
the mine. All she knew for certain was that, one place to warrant the trouble of digging it up. The element is most com-
while she was away, nearly half of an entire mon near volcanoes, where rock has been formed by slow-cooling magma.
species had been destroyed. Fraga looked out In some places, the lithium from those volcanic rocks leaches out and finds its
over the hill. She wondered if she had already way into the water table, forming a brine that can be pumped from the ground
failed this plant. and evaporated, leaving lithium-bearing compounds behind. Until recently,
Australian rocks and Andean brines have supplied enough lithium to satisfy
most of the world’s needs. But the scramble to shift away from fossil fuels has
inspired a search closer to home. The US has the fourth-largest lithium depos-
Lithium is a feisty element. When it’s its in the world, most of them in Nevada, but it has only one active brine oper-
bonded with other elements to form a com- ation—located in the state’s Clayton Valley, immediately to the east of Rhyolite
pound colloquially known as a salt, it may act Ridge. In both places, the lithium is the product of explosive eruptions that took
as a mood stabilizer. But on its own it’s erratic, place about 6 million years ago. The lithium was leached out of ash, then either
always wanting to give up an electron and remained in ground water, to be mined as a brine in the valley, or was absorbed
take on a charge. It must remain under seal; by clays and sediments that now rest atop the ridge. The lithium trapped in clay
the briefest contact with water or humid air or sediments is much harder to extract.
will cause it to combust in a popping, spark- The virtues of this location are extolled by Bernard Rowe, managing direc-
ing flame. These qualities also make it a per- tor of Ioneer, the Australian mining company that owns the mining claims on
fect material for batteries, which are about Rhyolite Ridge. Rowe spoke over Zoom from Australia, where the pandemic
taming the ephemeral—a spark, a flame— has kept him for the past year, but his virtual background was set to a photo
and bottling it up for later. Inside a battery, of the white Nevada hill. He first climbed it in 2016, three years before Fraga.
To Fraga, the value of
a plant is rooted not in
beauty or usefulness,
or even curiosity and
wonder, but in the fact
that a species exists
uniquely on this earth.
A geologist by training, he had spent the previous decade scouring the American
Southwest, mostly for new gold and copper deposits, and had rented a farm-
house in the nearby town of Dyer. At the top of the hill, he saw scars where pros-
Naomi Fraga,
pectors in the 1920s had probed for boron, used then in fiberglass and today in conservation
all sorts of things, including smartphone screens. The boron deposit was so-so director at
in quality. And the sediment was not as rich in lithium as pure rock, nor as easy the California
Botanic Garden,
to access as brines. But now that lithium was so valuable, Rowe saw an oppor- on a visit to
tunity: two in-demand minerals in one spot. Rhyolite Ridge.
Ioneer promised to operate thoughtfully, or as thoughtfully as an open-pit
mine could. Rather than leaching out the lithium and boron with extreme heat,
it would use a less-carbon-intensive method it had developed involving sulfu-
ric acid. The company said it would dispose of those chemicals carefully, and it
highlighted plans to use autonomous mining vehicles to reduce traffic and pol-
lution. It also secured the nearly unanimous support of neighbors. Talk to any-
one in this erstwhile gold-mining region and you can expect to be regaled with
enthusiasm for the arrival of “white gold.” Garden and dispersed to survey the vast ter-
There was, of course, one problem: the ritory stretching from the Sierra Nevada to the
buckwheat. Rowe knew from the start that Rockies. It involved a lot of solo wandering
the ridge was home to a species that the and long, disappointing days. But the morning
Bureau of Land Management considered when he turned a corner on the road through
“sensitive.” This meant the mine would need Rhyolite Ridge and saw that odd white hill, he
a plan for it. The mining would happen at knew there would be something. Sure enough,
the base of the hill, where plenty of buck- before him was a type of wild buckwheat that
wheat plants would need to be dug up. But he did not recognize. He pressed a few plants
they would be replanted, and pointing over and mailed them to a colleague who knew the
his shoulder to the white hill, he said, “We’re genus better than he did. Soon after, Tiehm
not planning to touch that.” The portion on received a phone call and learned that he had
high ground would remain intact. Rowe told become, once again, the eponym of a flower.
me that the mine is ultimately a friend to Tiehm went part-time on botany for a while.
the buckwheat—a catalyst for its protec- He found work in Reno as a casino bellman and
tion—and he argues that a concerted effort limo driver and did a little consulting work for
to replant the buckwheat in other areas can gold mines and geothermal exploration proj-
only help it repopulate. “If you do nothing ects. In 1994 the BLM asked him to go back to
with this plant, it will be gone,” he said. In the ridge and do a formal census of his name-
the whole history of this plant, only the sake. He searched well beyond its 10-acre hab-
mine had stepped in to fund substantial itat, hiking into some of the nearby mountains
studies of it. where he could see similar patches of white
And besides, the mine would produce earth. But he didn’t find it. He noted the old
an element necessary to mitigate climate mining scars, so he suggested in his report that
change—a misfortune that will eventually the BLM restrict mineral extraction in the area,
wreak havoc on all plants, on this ridge and which the agency declined to do. He didn’t press
everywhere else. “We can’t just close our the issue. Apart from this odd plant, who would
eyes and ears to the fact that we need lith- want this lonely hill?
ium,” Rowe said. Then, two years ago, Tiehm found himself driving down to Rhyolite Ridge
with Elizabeth Leger, a fellow botanist and his boss at the university. She was
conducting a study, with money from Ioneer, to see whether the buckwheat
could be safely moved from the mining pit. She needed to gather the native
There is a reason the buckwheat ended soil to grow seedlings in the greenhouses on campus. Leger had taken on the
up on the BLM’s list of sensitive plants, and research knowing that transplanting might not work. In 1987 government sci-
his name is Jerry Tiehm. He is the curator at entists had tried to move a plant called Crosby’s buckwheat, another lover of
the herbarium at the University of Nevada, strange soils, to make room for a gold mine north of Reno. It grew happily in its
Reno, where he tends to a vast collection new home at first. Then, 30 years later, one of Leger’s graduate students decided
of flora, kept dried and pressed in a row of to check in on it. They found the habitat choked with other plants, barely a buck-
metal cabinets. This includes seven species wheat to be found. Luckily, Crosby’s buckwheat had other homes besides the
in the tiehmii clan. Tiehm always refers to gold mine. Tiehm’s did not. “In my opinion,” Tiehm says, “this plant is not going
his plants by their scientific name, holding to grow in any other place you put it.”
them at a little distance. He likes most plants. But it wasn’t Tiehm’s project. He was just there as a guide. “I’m good at know-
There is a peppergrass, which springs with ing what’s not my business,” he says. Still, it was a strange position to be in.
great enthusiasm from the cracks of dried Without him, the buckwheat could very well have been tilled as overburden,
lake bottoms, that he might even love. But and no one would have been the wiser. Would it matter? The buckwheat is an
that species was named after a lucky man endangered species, he believes. Yet he can see also how much the world needs
called Davis. Tiehm is 69 years old and lithium. He can see that the road to clean energy is an imperfect one, not without
needs knee surgery, but he plans to spend collateral damage. Who is he to decide where the hammer should fall?
the summer driving around in his GMC
Yukon looking for plants. Nevada remains
a place of botanical mystery, and he feels a
responsibility to decipher it. In Esmeralda County, Nevada, a three-hour drive to Costco is a routine and
Tiehm begins the story of how he found sensible grocery run. Roughly 900 people live over 3,580 square miles in two
the buckwheat with one of his sayings: valleys on either side of Rhyolite Ridge. The volcanic outcrop is a botanical meet-
“Strange habitats yield strange plants.” In ing point. One side is a forest of Joshua trees, the northernmost of the Mojave,
the spring of 1983, he was part of a band of and the other is a sea of sagebrush, the start of the Great Basin. For Fraga, driv-
botanists hired by the New York Botanical ing to the ridge from her home on the outskirts of Los Angeles is a multiday trip.
When Fraga and I arrived there on a bright day last October, the first thing she miliar, and their foundational role in our
saw was a pair of ATV tracks cut deep into the hill and straight through the buck- lives is harder to understand. When Fraga’s
wheat. “You’ve gotta be friggin’ kidding me,” she said as she hopped out of the pas- father learned what she planned to do with
senger side of a dust-covered Toyota Tacoma at the foot of the white hill. Fraga her biology degree, he didn’t understand
is 41 years old and was wearing leggings tucked into hiking shoes, her hair in a why she wouldn’t want to work with people.
ponytail under a baseball cap. The Tacoma’s driver, Patrick Donnelly, is the Nevada A few years ago she took him searching for
director for the Center for Biological Diversity, a conservation group leading the rare flowers in the mountains close to home,
cause for the buckwheat’s protection. He made a note to report the new damage to help him see what she saw in plants. He
to the BLM and grumbled about how it should have already put up a fence. told her he appreciated her skilled driving on
The habitat is protected on three sides by rhyolitic cliffs, and the air is still. dirt roads.
But as we climbed up, the quiet was interrupted by the occasional rumble of a In graduate school, Fraga’s focus was a
mining truck installing protective barri- family of desert plants called
ers over Ioneer’s bore holes. We stopped monkey flowers, which pro-
to observe it. This is public land, so all of duce quirky blossoms but are
us—joyriders, miners, botanists, journal- weedy and can be hard to
ists—had a right to be there. But everyone “We can’t just close love. The species she chose
looked like a trespasser to someone else. our eyes and ears as her dissertation topic was
Donnelly was feeling especially paranoid. rare, and, as it happened, in
A few months earlier, during a pit stop for to the fact that we the path of a future develop-
sandwiches at a store in Dyer, the pair had need lithium,” says ment. The plant had previously
spotted a poster that said “missing ” above failed to get protection because
a photograph of the Tiehm’s buckwheat Bernard Rowe, of not enough research had been
in bloom. Ioneer was advertising a $5,000 the mining company done. Inspired, Fraga wrote
reward for sightings outside the path of a conservation plan detailing
the lithium mine. The poster was a long Ioneer. how to best protect the flower.
shot; professional botanists like Tiehm She would have to figure out
had tried and failed to find any rogue a way to speak a little louder
buckwheat colonies. Fraga thought the to advocate for certain plants,
poster placed an unwelcome target on she decided. She met Donnelly
the plant, even though it clearly said “Do while conducting field work
not collect.” Maybe it would encourage a near Death Valley. They became
local to dig it up and then miraculously close friends, and years later he
find it somewhere else. Not long after, a asked for her help saving a rare
researcher from the University of Nevada, Reno, checking on a buckwheat trans- buckwheat, the Tiehm’s. Fraga told him she
plant experiment, found the summer massacre. would do what she could.
The discovery kicked off an investigation by the US Fish and Wildlife Service. Fraga often calls her time with buckwheat
A preliminary report by the University of Nevada, Reno, concluded that the an “experiment.” She is a scientist, not an
damage was caused by rodents, not people. But Fraga and Donnelly remained activist, and finds it strange to have stepped
skeptical. The evidence was circumstantial and could have happened after over this invisible barrier, putting herself at
the fact. They had never seen a single species targeted so systematically. Then odds with government scientists she knows
again, if people had done the damage, why had they left the job half finished? from botanical listservs and desert plant
We picked our way over the chalky hillside, sidestepping dormant buckwheats. conferences. Where Fraga is measured
Fraga picked up a severed plant and asked if it looked like it had been gnawed with her words, Donnelly is prone to blurt
by rodent teeth or cut with shears. It was hard to tell. out sharp opinions. He has hit the University
Fraga is from a working-class suburb of Los Angeles. When she was a child, of Nevada, Reno, and the local BLM office
her parents, immigrants from Chihuahua, Mexico, did not hike or camp; her with so many open-record requests that
mother did clerical work in various offices, and her father worked long hours state officials began to avoid using the word
driving a truck. There were barely any plants to look at in the industrial sprawl Tiehm’s in emails. “Sometimes you have to
of the southern San Gabriel Valley. But in college, her biology coursework led to sue the motherfuckers!” he says.
a volunteer post at the local botanical garden, where her job was to digitize the Donnelly first became aware of the
plant specimens of 19th-century botanical explorers. She fell in love with their plant’s plight in 2019, and shortly after that
single-minded passion, a quality she also found in the people she met at the his organization successfully sued to stop
garden, who were crazy about plants. “All they could do was talk all day about Ioneer from exploring the terrain. That fall,
them,” she says. Fraga had been unaware that people like that existed. they petitioned the US Fish and Wildlife
For most people, plants are at the outer edge of our “moral circle,” a term pop- Service to declare Tiehm’s buckwheat an
ularized by the bioethicist Peter Singer. We hold them at a greater distance than endangered species. “If the Endangered
our family or strangers or most animals. Their ways of communicating are unfa- Species Act has any meaning at all, this
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plant gets listed,” he says. Donnelly had seen plenty of plant destruction
throughout his career. And yet the damage to the buckwheat last summer hit
him especially hard. “It was like seeing a good friend of mine get murdered,”
he says. When Donnelly thought about giving up, Fraga reminded him there
The chalky soil were still plants left to save.
of the white The Endangered Species Act was passed in 1973 on a nearly unanimous vote
hill should have
a slight bounce,
that reflected a collective awakening to the accelerating crisis of extinction. This
like walking was quickly challenged when an endangered fish called the snail darter got in
on moss, but the way of the partially built Tillicoe Dam in Tennessee. In 1978 the Supreme
the drought has
depleted it.
Court ruled for the fish and affirmed the intent of the law: to protect species,
whatever the cost.”
Conservationists like Donnelly have since wielded a singularly powerful tool:
petitions to protect threatened species. The government can delay or reject those
petitions, and it often does. (There is currently a backlog of more than 500 peti-
tioned species.) But each successful listing adds up to a larger strategy of pro-
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On Nevada’s Rhyolite
Ridge, above an
estimated $10 billion
in lithium and
boron, Ioneer has
drilled exploratory
bore holes.
If the mine at Rhyolite Ridge were digging
for gold or copper, perhaps it would be eas-
ier to dismiss its value. Everyone benefits
from raw materials, but it can be easy to
tecting biodiversity and offers a way to protect say that you don’t “need” gold or that dollar
the waters, the old-growth forests, and the hill- value isn’t paramount. With lithium, denial
sides on which species live and that other laws is harder. Donnelly and Fraga both agree
do not so clearly protect. Some conservation- that the country—the world—needs to wean
ists will admit (perhaps after a few drinks) that itself from fossil fuels. Lithium and sunshine
it is rather peculiar to have made species the are abundant in the desert Southwest, and
basic subunit of conservation. Modern biology so the transition to green energy will likely
has taught us that a species is a messy concept; bring a new level of industrialization to its
drawing neat categories based on reproductive landscape. Mines and solar power plants
rules or genetics or physiology is often impossi- will compete with rare buckwheat and
ble. A few years ago, the entire group of monkey desert tortoises. But in the absence of those
flowers that Fraga studied was swept from one mines and power plants, the desert will
genus to another. But the category of “species” still suffer. For all their harsh conditions
is now part of the legal philosophy that holds us and seeming barrenness, deserts are frag-
back from wider ecological destruction. ile places; life there is easily imperiled by
That rationale does not fully account for higher temperatures and more frequent
Donnelly’s deep “personal relationship with droughts. The conditions demand that we
an inanimate being,” as he puts it. He advo- formulate a moral equation: What is the
cates for dozens of Nevada species, and yet value of a mine versus the value of a plant?
it is Tiehm’s buckwheat that he thinks about All mines have a dirty side, whether or not
all the time. It is the most extreme example of their products are “green.” They can destroy
rarity he has ever known, always flickering at landscapes, pollute water supplies, or emit
the edge of nonexistence. All it would take is greenhouse gases. Historically, mining com-
another incident like last summer’s. “We’re the panies have cared little about those impacts,
only ones paying attention,” he says. “I feel a level of personal responsibility.” doing the bare minimum required by regu-
We stopped to catch our breath halfway up the white hill, which is tremen- lations. But lithium miners face extra pres-
dously steep, on our way to the best spot to view the buckwheat’s universe. Fraga sure to act responsibly, explains Alex Grant,
believed the extinction of any species was a tragedy, whether or not anyone had a technical adviser who works with those
studied it or even laid eyes upon it, but she knew that wouldn’t satisfy most peo- mines. Electric vehicle buyers are likely to
ple. As we paused, Fraga noted that if the government had funded more studies care, for example, that 25 percent of their
of this rare plant in the 1990s, after Tiehm had surveyed it, she’d be more pre- car’s lifetime carbon impact comes from the
pared to make a case for it to those, unlike her and Donnelly, who don’t instinc- battery supply chain. So automakers, seek-
tively feel an emotional connection to a plant living on a remote Nevada ridge. ing to burnish their reputations, are leaning
She could say more about its role in the ecosystem: the food and shelter it pro- on lithium suppliers to burn less coal and
vides to animals, the way it acts as a landing pad for pollinators like bees. seek certifications attesting that their mines
The buckwheat is unlikely to become a cash crop or yield chemicals in its do not ruin waters and habitats.
leaves that kill an antibiotic-resistant superbug. But what if its genes harbor It is impossible to make every cost go
secrets that other plants could use to adapt to harsh places? We know what the away. As Grant sees it, there is no alterna-
mine offers, but we’ve been given so little time to understand this plant. Perhaps tive to digging up lithium. The status quo of
if more thought had been given to how to preserve and advocate for rare things fossil-burning cars is not an option. What
before they are threatened, they would not be in such a fix. Now judgment day is did opponents of lithium mining expect? A
here, and the only true research on the plant is being funded by a mine. return to the horse and buggy? “We don’t
need every project,” he says. “Some of them
might have impacts that we should not
accept. But we’re going to need a large frac-
The environmental ethicist Katie McShane compares our reverence tion of them, that’s for sure.”
for species to the word freedom. Everyone believes in it, but nobody knows Each project seems to have its own set of
what it means. “Even if you agree that it has value, it doesn’t tell you what to do costs that someone will find unacceptable,
when that value conflicts with my needs,” she says. which makes deciding which ones can move
Comparing the values of things, weighing the costs and benefits of one forward yet more difficult. In Nevada’s far
against the other, is increasingly the preoccupation of environmentalists. north, Thacker Pass, another major lithium
Sometimes those competing things both have a claim in the natural world; project close to digging, is held up by dis-
sometimes one has a claim to bettering human life. Or the planet as a whole. putes with indigenous groups and ranch-
ers over water rights and pollution. The
same is true in places like Chile and Bolivia.
Alternatives that appear more ecologi-
cally appealing, like brines near California’s
Salton Sea, have been talked about for a slight bounce, like walking on moss, but instead
decades, but the technology and financing it crumbled underfoot. Fraga still hoped to see
behind those projects is uncertain. We could signs of life. The plant had been dormant since
look to the oceans, maybe; deep-sea min- the incident last summer, and this was the season
ing could offer lithium on a scale that would when she could begin to truly assess the damage.
make any terrestrial mine seem puny. But The visit happened at an uncertain time.
the environmental costs of that approach Leger’s team at the University of Nevada, Reno,
are arguably even less well understood, and had recently reported back on its transplant
potentially enormous. efforts. They didn’t look promising. In the cam-
In that context, the fate of a humble pus greenhouses, the buckwheat grew well in
flower seems like a very small thing when soil gathered from the habitat, but not in simi-
the lithium can be had with few extra com- lar soil gathered from unoccupied sites nearby.
plications. Mining interests, ranchers, and The plant was picky. The team also learned that
developers have long argued that the process the buckwheat was popular with insects—more
of listing endangered species should factor in so than any of its neighbors. It was a small
economic costs, like the lost value of a mine thing, but it is unusual to know these kinds of
or the expense of keeping a species on life details about a rare plant, Leger told me. There
support when it seems natural forces could is a lot more to learn.
select it out of existence. Leger also worries for the plant. As she was
To Fraga, this is all a logical trap. Certain preparing her findings, a DNA analysis from US
arguments for the plant may be emotional or Fish and Wildlife had affirmed that the sum-
reverent. But perhaps our rush for lithium is mer damage was done by rodents, which was
also emotional and prevents us from think- alarming. “They cannot be legislated, and they
ing on a longer time scale. “Rhyolite Ridge are the most creative creatures when it comes
is not the only great hope for lithium,” she to overcoming fences or barriers,” she says. “This is an area that needs imme-
says. Perhaps we could wait a little longer diate attention and research.” If it was going to survive, the buckwheat would
for our domestic lithium, maybe pay a lit- need protection from more than just the mine.
tle more in the interim, work out the com- In early June, the buckwheat won its first major victory. After a series of delays
promises that are required to mine in other and lawsuits, Fish and Wildlife issued a preliminary decision: Listing the Tiehm’s
places. Naysayers might point to the dam- buckwheat was warranted. While the government is often recalcitrant in fights
age wrought by a warming climate and say over listing species, there were many threats to cite: ATV drivers, rodent mas-
Tiehm’s buckwheat is a doomed species sacres, climate change—and, crucially, the mine. The combination of last year’s
no matter what. Better to sacrifice it now damage and the mine’s initial dig would mean losing up to 88 percent of the
for the greater good of alternative energy. plants, the agency calculated, and based on Leger’s results the transplant idea
Fraga disagrees. The buckwheat clearly seemed ill-advised. But the battle is not over. Rowe says Ioneer is working with
needs help, but it can hardly be written off as private botanical consultants on a new, “expanded” protection plan, with a more
a goner. The mine may be a death sentence aggressive time frame involving more test transplants and more soils than the
to a species that could live on, evolve, con- University of Nevada, Reno, had attempted. It will be up to the government to
tribute in ways that we have not had time to decide whether the science bears out.
comprehend. As she sees it, protecting this In the meantime, Fraga and Donnelly continue making pilgrimages to the
plant is a service to our future, both for our- ridge. Within a few moments of arriving that dry April morning, Fraga spotted
selves and for other species. it: a hint of soft green. And another. And another. Some of the young buckwheats
looked like seedlings, springing from undisturbed white soil; others seemed to
be grafting from the damaged roots. Fraga crouched down and cupped a tender
shoot. It was small and delicate; she couldn’t be certain what another hot sum-
Some years, springtime blankets the mer might do to it. But she was surprised and feeling hopeful. In a few weeks’
Nevada desert with superblooms of color. time, in May, there might even be a blossom or two. Perhaps, she speculated, the
Dull-brown hills turn to waves of blue and plant has a natural cycle that we don’t yet comprehend. A single buckwheat can
purple and gold. But when Fraga visited the live for centuries. Our human eyes have beheld this species for such a brief time.
white hill in April, the previous 12 months had Who are we to say how resilient it is?
been the state’s driest on record, and Rhyolite
Ridge was as thirsty and barren as it had been GREGORY BARBER (@gregoryjbarber) is a wired staff writer. He wrote
the previous fall. The chalky soil should have about the limits of using AI to develop vaccines in issue 28.06.
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to be
productive.
Software
wants to help.
But even with
hundreds of
to-do apps
claiming
to make
us all into
taskmasters,
we almost
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P A S S A G E
N AT H A N C A R M A N T O O K H I S M O T H E R O U T D E E P-S E A
F I S H I N G O F F T H E C OA S T O F R H O D E I S L A N D. A W E E K L AT E R ,
H E WA S F O U N D D R I F T I N G I N A L I F E R A F T—A L O N E .
WA S I T A T R AG IC AC C I DE N T, OR M U R DE R?
THE OCEAN
I T S E L F M AY
POINT TO THE
TRUTH.
by Evan Lubofsky
PHOTOGRAPHS BY TONY LUONG
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and saw a lot of water.” He explained that
his small fishing boat, the Chicken Pox,
quickly became inundated. Then, sud-
denly, the boat dropped out from beneath
them.
Carman told Arsenault he climbed into
a life raft and frantically began whistling
and calling out for his mother, Linda. But
he couldn’t find her. For the next seven days,
he drifted on the open ocean.
The dramatic story ignited a media
frenzy across New England. To many,
the young man’s survival seemed noth-
ing short of a miracle. After the rescue, the
master of the Orient Lucky sent an email to
the Coast Guard in which he commented
on Carman’s condition. “His health looks
like normal,” he wrote.
The open ocean is a dangerous place
for recreational boaters—particularly the
North Atlantic, where relentless winds,
large swells, and frigid water temperatures
are common. In 2016, the year Carman’s
boat sank, the Coast Guard reported nearly
4,500 accidents at sea and more than 700
deaths in its annual Recreational Boating
Statistics Report. Inexperienced boaters,
rough weather, equipment malfunctions—
From the distant deck of the freighter, the yellow and red life the list of causes is long.
raft looked almost like a misplaced toy, so small and bright atop The report deliberately excludes any
the ocean’s heaving mass. As crew members of the Orient Lucky incidents known to involve assault, but
got a closer look, they saw a tall and lanky man waving his arms out on the ocean, pinpointing what’s truly
in their direction. accidental is often impossible. Unlike the
It was September 25, 2016, a sparkling clear day on the ocean, massive, always-on surveillance dragnet
and the Orient Lucky was roughly 100 nautical miles south of that our digital devices enable on land, the
Martha’s Vineyard, headed to Boston. The captain, Zhao Hengdong, ocean is largely unmonitored. It’s a tricky
idled the black cargo ship, which was more than two football fields place to police, particularly at night, when
long, as chop pushed the raft toward it. A deckhand on the Orient there’s nothing but empty darkness.
Lucky flung down a life ring. The man, with a ragged bowl cut Aboard the freighter, Carman dried off
and scruffy beard, lunged for it. He hurled his body into the chilly and changed into a white jumpsuit. He
ocean, sloshed through its undulating currents, and grabbed on. didn’t need any medical attention. He asked
The crew reeled him in, and as waves thrust him dangerously Arsenault if anyone had found his mom yet.
close to the ship, he used his free hand to fend off the hull. Two Arsenault replied that they had not. But it
men climbed down a long, narrow staircase to water level and wasn’t for lack of trying. By the time of his
hauled him onto a small platform. He climbed up the stairs. Crew rescue, the Coast Guard had spent five days
members then escorted the man to a lounge, where he sat on a looking for Carman and his mother over
couch and sipped soup from a white bowl. His name, he said, was 62,000 square miles of ocean before call-
Nathan Carman. He was 22 years old. Using the ship’s radio, he ing off the search.
gave his account of what happened to a search and rescue con- As Carman sat cupping his soup bowl
troller with the US Coast Guard, Richard Arsenault. on the freighter, the peculiar story of the
“Mom and I—two people, myself and my mom—were fishing Chicken Pox was only starting to unfold.
on Block Canyon, and there was a funny noise in the engine com- Investigators quickly found out this wasn’t
partment,” Carman said, his words slow and deliberate. “I looked the only mystery surrounding Carman
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and his family. Then, as they tried to work Both Clark and a longtime friend of Linda’s, Sharon Hartstein,
out what happened to Linda, an unusual describe her as a giving person who regularly donated to chari-
source of data emerged. An oceanogra- table causes and did favors for people. But Carman and Linda’s
pher had gotten involved in the case, and home life was rocky at times. When the two went at it, Clark
he knew that a special buoy was bobbing remembers Carman screaming before storming off. “But there
in the same waters where Carman said were no attacks or violent behavior,” he says. Other family mem-
he had drifted. The buoy happened to bers alleged more concerning moments in his youth, such as an
be laden with scientific instruments that incident at school in which they told investigators that Carman
worked around the clock to collect data held another child at knifepoint.
on the currents and the wind. The ocean- When Carman was 17, he ran away from home, making it all
ographer realized that the ocean itself the way from Connecticut to Sussex County, Virginia. He was
might know if Carman’s mother was lost. found several days later outside a convenience store. When he
Or murdered. got home, he moved into an RV parked outside the house. He
and Linda still saw each other for meals, according to Clark, but
N
otherwise Carman kept his distance. “He was unsettled at that
athan James Carman was born point,” Clark says.
in 1994 and grew up on a hilly Despite his troubles, Carman maintained a close relationship
residential street in Middletown, with his grandfather, John Chakalos. Chakalos doted on Carman.
Connecticut, an old sailing port He bought him a cell phone and rented him an apartment so he
turned college town. The only could move out of the RV. He also gave Carman a Nissan Titan
child of Linda and Clark Carman, he was pickup truck and invited his grandson to tag along to meetings
diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome—or with his estate planning attorney.
autism spectrum disorder as it’s known According to Carman, Chakalos also gave him exclusive use
today—when he was around 5. As a young of a credit card with a $5,000 limit and paid the bills off in full.
kid, Carman struggled socially with other Meanwhile, Carman picked up the popular and pricey sport of off-
children his age. His parents tried to get shore fishing, and he started going on occasional excursions with
him into group sports such as baseball and his mother, who dabbled in recreational boating.
basketball, but “he never really got into it,” Carman also had an interest in guns. In November 2013, he
says Clark, a retired US Air Force avionics drove a few hours north to the Shooter’s Outpost, a gun shop in
technician. Carman opted for more soli- New Hampshire, where he selected a $2,100 semiautomatic Sig
tary activities instead. Sauer rifle. It was about 3 feet long and weighed more than 8
His parents divorced when he was 10, pounds. The manufacturer’s website describes it as “built for harsh
and Carman went to live with his mother. As tactical environments.”
a teenager, Carman’s difficulty with social On the evening of December 19, 2013, Carman and his grand-
cues made him a target. “People picked on father dined at a Greek restaurant and drove back to Chakalos’
him in high school, even though he was over home in Connecticut. Around 8:30 pm, as Carman was preparing
6 feet tall,” Clark recalls. He says Carman to leave, Chakalos paused a phone call to see him out.
got along better with adults, and he stood Hours later, in the middle of the night, Chakalos was shot three
out as a bright kid who could converse on times in the head. He was found the next day, dead in his bed.
a wide range of topics. Clark, who says he
O
remained on good terms with Linda, took
Carman on fishing and hiking trips, where fficers from the Windsor, Connecticut, police depart-
his son’s love for the outdoors blossomed. ment searched the home. They noticed that whoever
Linda Carman, a stout, bespectacled committed the crime had been careful to remove the
woman with Greek features and graying empty bullet shells from Chakalos’ bedroom floor.
auburn hair, worked as a nanny for kids More intriguing were the bullets themselves. According
with autism, among other jobs. She also to investigators, at least one was .30 caliber—the same caliber
received money from a trust fund set up as Carman’s new rifle. Many guns are capable of shooting those
by her parents late in their lives. Her father, rounds, but the evidence helped make Carman a suspect. Soon
John Chakalos, had made a fortune pri- investigators discovered that he had discarded a hard drive from
marily as a real estate developer in New his laptop and a GPS unit from his truck around the time of the
England, amassing an estate valued at murder. Family members became suspicious too. Carman’s three
more than $40 million. maternal aunts—Valerie Santilli, Charlene Gallagher, and Elaine
RICHARD LIMEBURNER,
AN OCEANOGRAPHER, KNEW
WHERE TO FIND DATA
THAT MIGHT SUPPORT—
OR CONTRADICT—CARMAN’S
ACCOUNT OF HIS VOYAGE.
AT F I R S T, L I M E B U R N E R H E S I TAT E D.
“ I T WA S A FA M I LY M E S S , A N D I D I D N ’ T K N O W
I F I W A N T E D T O B E I N V O L V E D .”
BUT CURIOSITY
WON OUT.
Chakalos—say they believe he’s respon- to insufficient evidence. One problem was Carman’s gun—it had
sible for their father’s death. Carman’s gone missing, thwarting any chance of ballistics testing to find out
father, however, felt his son wasn’t capa- if it was the murder weapon. While investigators probed deeper
ble of the murder. “There’s no way,” Clark into the evidence, the family began digging into Chakalos’ estate.
says. “He loved his grandpa.” It turned out Linda stood to inherit several million dollars from
In interviews with the local press, her father’s passing, and a smaller portion of the estate went to
Carman denied any involvement in his Carman. In October 2014, Carman paid $70,000 for a three-story,
grandfather’s murder. He was the last per- 6,207-square-foot farmhouse in Vermont, a rundown white salt-
son known to have seen Chakalos alive, box set back from a winding main road.
but he was not the only person to talk to He also bought a boat for $48,000.
him that night. As Carman was leaving, The Chicken Pox was a 31-foot center-console fishing boat.
his grandfather had been on the phone Carman hired a boat surveyor, Bernard Feeney, who inspected it
with a woman known pseudonymously and deemed it seaworthy. Carman moored it at Ram Point Marina,
as “Mistress Y.” Carman later hired a law- an unpretentious landing in southern Rhode Island, at the end of a
yer, David Anderson, who filed court doc- congested 4-mile salt pond dotted with islands and narrow chan-
uments alleging that just days before the nels—and 150 miles from his farmhouse in landlocked Vermont.
murder, the unnamed woman had spent The following month, Carman began having trouble operating
the weekend with Chakalos at Mohegan his boat. He was cruising around a nearby harbor one afternoon
Sun Casino, where they shared a room and when the engine overheated and he got stuck. He called 911, and
Chakalos gave her cash. the Coast Guard towed him closer to shore. Carman filed an insur-
Anderson alleged that Mistress Y knew ance claim and had the engine replaced.
that Chakalos always had large quantities of But even with a brand-new engine, Carman didn’t seem happy
cash in his possession. “The fact of the mat- with his vessel, Lisa Healey, the parts and service manager at
ter is that living alone in a house in which Ram Point Marina, recalls. He seemed inclined to tinker with it.
he kept large amounts of cash placed John “He didn’t like the way the boat performed, and he said he swore
Chakalos at risk,” Anderson wrote. there was another propeller,” she says. Just as cars often have a
Windsor police sought an arrest war- spare tire, some power boats are equipped with a spare propel-
rant for Carman, but it went unsigned due ler. At Carman’s request, Healey lifted up all the hatches on the
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Chicken Pox and “looked everywhere” but couldn’t find one. She he said he didn’t alert Linda or offer her a
found the incident baffling. life preserver. Perhaps there was no time.
A few months later, during the summer of 2016, Carman Perhaps he was in shock. As Carman
removed two bulkheads, which took up valuable space on the recalls it, one second he was walking for-
boat. But they were integral to the boat’s structure and helped pre- ward on the boat, and the next second
vent water going from one compartment to another. There were he was in the water. He managed to toss
also several problems with the boat’s pumps. In the fall, one of the a folded-up life raft, which was packed
bilge pumps had an electrical issue and stopped sucking water out tightly in a bright red carrying case, into
of the boat. Carman replaced it on Saturday, September 17, just the water. Moments later, the raft automat-
before he and Linda set out on an overnight fishing trip. ically inflated. He grabbed supplies from
As Carman worked on his boat that day, Michael Iozzi, a con- the boat, swam over to the raft, and yelled
crete cutter from northern Rhode Island, sat nearby with some out for his mom. Then he drifted away.
friends, having drinks. He couldn’t help but notice what Carman Noon rolled around, and back on shore,
was up to. “I saw him leaning over the side of the boat drilling holes Hartstein hadn’t heard from Linda. That
with a hole saw,” Iozzi says. evening, she called the Coast Guard to
He asked Carman what he was doing. Iozzi says Carman told report them missing. She told a com-
him he was repairing the boat’s trim tabs—metal finlike plates mand center team based in Woods Hole,
attached on either side of the back of the boat. The tabs are Massachusetts, that Carman and Linda had
designed to bring the nose of the boat down, to reduce skimming planned to fish near Block Island, and that
over the water and to help it smash through bigger waves. Carman kept his boat at Ram Point Marina.
But to Iozzi, it didn’t look like a repair job—it looked like Carman Marcus Gherardi, then the station’s chief of
was removing the tabs, using the hole saw dangerously close to response, threw himself into organizing
the water line. “I’ve been around the water a long time,” Iozzi says. the mission. Members of his unit fanned
He was “doing more destruction than anything else.” Because the out to Ram Point and neighboring wharfs.
holes were in the boat’s stern, Iozzi explains, they were an unlikely “We had Coasties walking down to the
entry point for seawater when the boat was moving forward. Its marinas saying, ‘Do you know who Nathan
bow would have diverted the water away from the body of the Carman is?’ and ‘Have you talked to him
vessel. But when the boat was in reverse, the thrust of the exposed recently?’” Gherardi says.
hull against even moderate chop could have meant disaster. “Once Coast Guard officials also contacted
you back up a bit, you start taking in water,” he says. “It’s all over.” Linda’s cell service provider to get the
That evening, Linda met Carman at the marina. They headed last recorded ping from her phone. It
out to sea under a clear sky shortly before midnight, as is common was logged about an hour after she and
for anglers who want to be in a good position by daybreak. The Carman left the marina, and it placed the
plan was to fish for striped bass off Block Island, approximately 12 Chicken Pox southwest of Block Island. A
miles offshore, and make it back by 9 am. Linda texted the plan few small rescue boats, humming across
to her friend, Sharon Hartstein. She added, “Call me at 12 noon if the ocean at nearly 50 miles per hour,
you don’t hear from me.” At some point on the journey, Carman scoured the area, and a search-and-rescue
recalls changing course and steering the boat to Block Canyon, an helicopter surveyed the water from above.
offshore fishing spot at the edge of the continental shelf, roughly It was a desperate race against time. With
90 miles south of Block Island. each passing minute, the chances of a suc-
According to Carman, shortly after sunrise he had fishing lines cessful search on the open ocean plunge.
dragging through the water as the boat moved slowly northward. Back at the Coast Guard station,
Then, around five hours later, all hell broke loose. Water rushed into Matt Baker, who co-led the search with
the boat. Carman killed the engine and yelled over to Linda to pull Gherardi, contacted Linda’s next of kin—
in the fishing lines. He opened two deck hatches to check if water her sister Valerie—to brief her on the mis-
had gotten in through the hull, then he grabbed emergency gear sion. Valerie mentioned that Carman was
from the pilot house. He didn’t make any distress calls with the two- extremely intelligent and very good with
way radio that was inside the pilot house, despite having dialed 911 technology. But then came a bombshell:
when his engine had overheated months earlier. Nor did he turn on She said she believed Carman was respon-
his emergency position-indicating radio beacon—also located in sible for killing her father and that, because
the pilot house—which would have beamed a radio signal to show Chakalos’ estate was being settled that
search-and-rescue teams his position via satellite. week, Carman may have killed his mother
Even though Carman was aware that the boat was being flooded, to gain assets she was due to receive.
Baker pulled an all-nighter, working managed to stay outside the edges of a search area so large that
the case until the next morning, when it spanned three states, continued to bother him. “I was confident
he handed it off to Gherardi. The boats that if they were on the surface of the water, we would have found
and aircraft found no trace of either the them,” he says.
Chicken Pox or a life raft, but the Coast
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Guard continued to comb the waters.
Carman said that during these days he police launched an investigation and focused
he kept drifting and fell into a daily rou- on Carman. While officers worked the case, Carman sub-
tine. He had provisioned the raft with an mitted an insurance claim for the loss of his boat and
incredible amount of food, enough to last its accessories in the amount of $85,000. The insur-
30 days. He recalls waking up at 8 am ance company, a division of Berkshire Hathaway called
each morning and eating four meals a day: BoatUS, denied the claim and fired back with a lawsuit of its own.
breakfast, brunch, lunch, and dinner. He (Carman’s recollections in this story are drawn from his court tes-
says he was uncomfortably cold at times timony and his police questioning.) David J. Farrell Jr., a maritime
from lying on the raft’s wet floor, and he lawyer who represented the company, says the rationale was
used sponges to soak up the water. simple: “We’re not covering it, and we’re going to have a court
By midweek, Gherardi’s hope was say we don’t have to.”
quickly fading. The search area had become But there was more to it. Farrell was suspicious of Carman and
vast, roughly twice the size of Connecticut. says he had serious doubts that Carman had been at sea for seven
The Coast Guard dispatched larger rescue days in a life raft in the North Atlantic. Farrell, who lives in New
boats and a long-range surveillance aircraft. England and has practiced maritime law for nearly 40 years, decided
After five days, the Coast Guard started he needed an expert oceanographer to probe Carman’s account.
winding down the search. Gherardi drove While researching online, he came across the name of Richard
from Cape Cod to Valerie’s house in Limeburner, a retired physical oceanographer based on Cape Cod.
Connecticut to tell her in person. Inside, Limeburner is tall and soft-spoken, with a chiseled jawline and
Valerie, her husband, and Linda’s friend wispy, dark hair. He’s well versed in ocean forensics; he played a
Sharon Hartstein were seated around large role in locating the wreckage of Air France Flight 447, which
a table, bracing for the news. Gherardi crashed into the Atlantic in 2009, killing all 228 people on board.
informed them that they were unlikely to Figuring out how floating objects are influenced by wind and
find Linda and Carman. “When you deliver waves is his sweet spot.
this news, your heart feels like it’s made of At first, Limeburner hesitated. “It was a family mess, and I didn’t
lead,” Gherardi says. He couldn’t shake the know if I wanted to be involved,” he says. But curiosity won out.
sting that the search had failed. In the time since the search had been called off, suspicion about
Two days later, on a crisp and clear Carman had continued to build; among other things, his aunts
Sunday, Gherardi was sitting in his truck, petitioned a court in an effort to block him from any more inheri-
watching his 12-year-old daughter play tance. In December 2018, Limeburner signed on.
soccer, when his cell phone rang. It was a The assignment struck him as a chance to apply impartial data
Coast Guard officer in Boston. to the case. “I really don’t want to be guided by subjective thoughts,
“Hey—we fou nd hi m!” the offi- I want to be objective,” Limeburner says. “What if the kid’s tell-
cer blurted out. He told Gherardi that a ing the truth?” Perhaps Carman’s boat had been a lemon. Maybe
freighter headed to Boston, the Orient investigators had been too quick to suspect him. Here was a line
Lucky, had spotted Carman in his life raft of inquiry that didn’t hinge on Carman’s storytelling.
100 nautical miles off the Massachusetts He started by gathering two pieces of information: the posi-
coast and pulled him aboard. tional coordinates of the Orient Lucky when it picked up Carman
“Yes! ” Gherardi shouted in triumph. But and the time at which he was found.
a moment later, as he processed the news, Then he turned to a data source that he knew could be
his elation faded. Only Carman had turned extremely valuable to the case: a bright yellow buoy the height
up; Linda was still out there. At that point, of a young giraffe that sat right in the middle of Carman’s alleged
she was likely dead. drift path. Known as an offshore surface mooring, the buoy held a
After the soccer game, Gherardi and his suite of scientific instruments. Above the surface, a tangle of solar-
daughter stopped for buffalo wings, and powered, research-grade weather sensors jut into the air; below
he replayed the search in his mind. The the waterline, an anchored cable laden with sensors stretches
idea that Carman, for a whole week, had down to the seafloor—all of it collecting measurements of wind
speed and direction, surface currents, and other information about
the water for each of the seven days Carman was adrift.
Funded by the National Science Foundation, the buoy is one of
10 in the area, and it beams its data to a web server via satellite.
This particular swath of the North Atlantic is one of the few areas
of the world’s oceans under constant observation. The stretch is
relatively close to shore—reachable within a day by research ves-
sels—and of high scientific interest. It spans the edge of a continen-
tal shelf where shallow and deeper ocean waters mix, a process
that churns up nutrients and sustains a great deal of marine life.
Limeburner downloaded oceanographic and meteorological
data from the ocean monitoring network for the seven-day period
starting on September 18. “If he drifted from Block Canyon to 100
miles south of the Vineyard, he had to go right by” the sensor-
packed buoy, Limeburner says.
Typically, scientists rely on ocean monitoring networks to inves-
tigate how changing ocean conditions affect marine ecosystems,
biology, and climate. But in this case, Limeburner knew that the
technology might be capable of either supporting or contradict-
ing Carman’s account. His life raft must have been at the mercy
of the surface currents and winds—the specific information the
buoy had captured.
Limeburner spent the winter in front of the wood-burning stove
in his living room, unlocking the secrets of the wind and waves while
nor’easters battered the coast outside. He pounded away at his lap-
top, consulting the buoy’s output for the week of September 18.
There were large data sets to process that included hourly aver-
age measurements of wind speed and direction, as well as data on
currents linked to the tides, wind, and other less common sources.
He wrote custom programs to help crunch the data, which he
says were “huge freaking files” in their raw .csv formats. And he
applied drift-analysis techniques similar to those he’d used to
estimate the tracks of bodies and debris from the wreckage of Air
France 447 a decade earlier. His goal was to synthesize wind, wave,
and current data to estimate Carman’s seven-day drift path in two
ways—starting from Block Canyon, to see where he’d end up, and
working backward from the Orient Lucky recovery location, to see
roughly where he ought to have started.
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THEY HEADED OUT TO SEA UNDER A CLEAR
N I G H T S K Y. A C C O R D I N G T O C A R M A N , S H O R T LY A F T E R
S U N R I S E H E H A D F I S H I NG L I N E S DR AG G I NG I N T H E WAT E R .
LOOSE.
To make sure the buoy was working as it should, Limeburner In his pretrial testimony, Carman
dug up historical wind and surface-current records for the area explained that he had removed the trim
for comparison. The data all lined up and pointed to a westerly— tabs from the Chicken Pox because he felt
not easterly—drift that week, the opposite of what Carman’s story they increased the boat’s drag and there-
suggested. Even if Carman was mistaken about the number of fore its fuel consumption. He testified that
days he spent on the raft or was way off about his starting location, his navigation and piloting abilities were
he still should not have drifted from west to east to intercept the very limited, and that he was unfamiliar
Orient Lucky. Whatever happened at sea that week, it seemed evi- with latitude and longitude. When asked
dent to Limeburner that the life raft did not begin its journey any- why he hadn’t made any distress calls, he
where near Block Canyon. He wrote up his analysis in a 63-page responded that it had become ingrained in
forensics report. It was packed with figures, graphs, and maps that him not to signal for help unless “your life
attempted to reconstruct Carman’s drift path. or limb is in imminent jeopardy.”
One of the maps is particularly unsettling. It contains a Google The court had a mountain of evidence to
Earth snapshot of the Block Canyon area, overlaid with a bright consider. In the end, the case was decided
red dot marking the spot where Carman said his boat went down. on a plain-old insurance policy breach. US
Trailing off from the red dot is a yellow squiggly line, a computer- District judge John J. McConnell Jr. handed
generated output from Limeburner’s data analysis, estimating down the ruling on November 4, 2019.
Carman’s weeklong drift path. The line travels north for a bit, but “Considering all the documentary evidence
then, instead of hooking east toward Massachusetts where Carman and witnesses’ testimony, the Court finds
was rescued, it heads west—the complete opposite direction—and that the Policy does not cover Mr. Carman’s
keeps going for nearly 45 miles toward New York. Propelled by the loss,” read the decision. It went on to say
ocean alone, he should have been nowhere near the Orient Lucky. that the Chicken Pox was unseaworthy
So how did he end up there? A second red dot on the map marks when it left Ram Point Marina, because
the position of the freighter, and a white squiggle meanders off Carman “improperly repaired the holes
from it, showing where Carman ought to have started so as to end he created by removing the trim tabs, and
up at the place of his rescue. Limeburner concluded that if Carman he compromised the boat’s stability by
had indeed drifted for seven days, he’d have had to jump into his removing the bulkheads.”
life raft deep offshore, several miles beyond the continental shelf. The decision was clear about Carman
To Limeburner, the location didn’t make sense. “It’s a no-man’s violating the terms of his policy. Of course,
land out there,” he says. this was a civil case; Carman wasn’t stand-
The map seemed to blow Carman’s story to bits. ing trial for murder. In fact, the document
attempted to set that record straight. At
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the very bottom of page 12 of the decision
he insurance case went to trial on August 13, 2019, is the following footnote: “To be clear,
in a federal court in Providence, Rhode Island. There, the Court is making no determination of
Limeburner testified to the inconsistencies he found and whether Mr. Carman intended to sink his
how Carman’s story didn’t jibe with the movement of boat or to harm his mother.”
the ocean.
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Another expert witness, N. Stuart Harris, an emergency room
physician at Boston’s Massachusetts General Hospital and chief of he investigations of John
its Division of Wilderness Medicine, told the court that Carman’s Chakalos’ murder and Linda
condition upon rescue was not consistent with his alleged seven- Carman’s disappearance remain
day drift. With seawater inevitably pooling inside the raft, he open. Carman has not been
should have displayed severe deficits in his gross motor skills charged with any crimes. Linda’s
and been in dire need of medical attention. body has not been found. The Chicken
Per court documents, Bernard Feeney, the boat surveyor, Pox is still missing. Investigators from
explained that the Chicken Pox likely sank due to water intrusion the Windsor, Connecticut, and South
into “inadequately sealed holes below the boat’s scuppers with Kingston, Rhode Island, police depart-
exterior covers.” He later said, “In all the years I’ve been around ments declined to comment for this story.
boats—60 years—I’ve never heard of anyone removing trim tabs Since the boat-insurance trial concluded,
and not fixing them properly.” Michael Iozzi, who watched Carman Carman has largely managed to stay out of
drill the holes into his boat just hours before his fateful trip, also the public spotlight.
spoke at the trial. When I reached him by phone, Carman
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declined to answer any questions. He and
his lawyer also didn’t respond to multi-
ple inquiries from a WIRED fact-checker. Trending Topics That Helped
Carman’s aunts also declined to com- Get This Issue Out:
ment for this story, except to say they had Becoming a simulation theorist; propagating
created a “Justice for John and Linda” tip plants; Black vegan TikTok; The Bachelorette;
over-the-shoulder fanny packs; Ohtani as the
line at (800) 245-7791. Their attorney, Bill new Babe; feeling vindicated after months of
Michael, says they want resolution. “Our friends regarding my #FreeBritney cries as the
rantings of a conspiracy theorist; intermittent
whole belief is that Nathan should face fasting; getting rid of a decade’s worth of stray
justice for what he has done,” he says. cords; a literary close reading of Olivia Rodrigo’s
Sour; “I want to go camping, but I don’t want
Their day in court may come. A prosecu- to camp”; relearning how to roller skate, even
tor with the Coast Guard recently reached though teens were watching; escaped elephants
romping across southern China; cherries; Capy-
out to Limeburner to see whether he’d be bara Appreciation Day; pronouncing “water” in
Philadelphia dialect; Twilight of Democracy: The
willing to testify if Carman is brought to Seductive Lure of Authoritarianism, by Anne
criminal court. Limeburner agreed. He Applebaum; seeing colleagues IRL.
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