In Artie’s case, I’d guess at least as much nurture as nature. He grew up with Helen B. Narbon as a mother figure; fixing things might be a survival trait in that environment.
Artie doesn’t fix things, he breaks them. Always with very good intentions, true, but they still end up broken. Helen has a disturbing and subtle sense of humor.
That’s a good point, and almost makes me sorry he’s not going to Lovetron after all. You don’t think you could handle a place with no crises, Artie? Fortunately, that’s never going to be a problem for you…
Well, he does fix things. Kind of. But when he fixes one thing, he doesn’t consider the ramifications of what he’s fixing and how he’s fixing it, and doesn’t consider how many other problems he’ll create by fixing one.
If what you say is true, that Artie doesn’t consider (or comprehend ahead of time) the effects or, as you put it, the ramifications of his elaborate schemes (plenty of evidence of that in the text), then he is not so much intelligent as extremely clever. These are two different things that usually don’t go together. Helen, on the other hand, always seemed to initiate elaborate schemes that somehow worked out for the best. She is clever AND intelligent. Very rare here in the real world also.
Oh, Artie’s extremely intelligent, but he tends to have tunnel vision. He created a sentient yogurt culture. But he didn’t look at the big picture to see how creating something like that could be a bad thing (such as his own creation trying to eat him).
But then there’s stuff he did that wasn’t intelligent OR clever – such as giving a million dollars to a bunch of hamsters that were created by an insane gerbil.
So far the only samples of Life on Lovetron have been Gavotte, Pavane, and Princess Berenice. If they’re representative, I’d think there’d be plenty of erupting crises…
A society run entirely by bees would presumably be eusocial, which would preclude the possibility of crises, since there would seem to be no margins for dissent. Of course, that’s before adding an entire planet’s worth of fully self realized sapients with free will and disparate opinions into the mix.
That’s pretty much what I was getting at a couple weeks ago. Lovetron may be a great utopia… if you’re a bee. But Pavane seems to be ignoring what will happen to her perfect world after she introduces a bunch of creatures – that are not bees – from this horrible planet. Especially considering most of those creatures are the product of evil geniuses.
And “the girls” do everything for the drones, who live like rock stars (fed, groomed and adored by their groupie-sisters) whose only goal in life is to “get lucky”. Of course, that will cause them to rip their guts out. But no problem; they’ll all be evicted from the hive and left to starve, when autumn rolls around.
A newly-hatched Queen’s first act is to kill all her nascent competitor sisters. One brief flight to freedom, (“Oh, you handsome drone, I’ll love you all your life” x 17 or so of the best-flying happy guys) and she is back in the hive, doomed to a life of baby-pooping. At least, till in old age she’s starved back down to flying weight and evicted from the hive in a swarm and one of her daughters inherits all (I.e., Gavotte is evicted, and Pavane takes over). And let’s not forget the hive-robbing mentioned by Matteo. Defense to the death.
You could just call the whole thing, “Game of Drones.”
This whole “take everyone to Lovetron” business was predicated on an argument between a mother and her child.
I don’t know what native Lovetronians consider the age of adulthood to be so I’m not sure if everyone is throwing their lot in with a capricious child who is only doing this in order to prove she is right to her mom or not.
I mean, is she even going to remember to feed them, give them their baths and potty train them after she gets them home?
So Artie is staying on Earth. He needs crises, and there, there’s a dearth. Without some tumult, sir, he’d soon miss his ulcers. He could visit them, for what it’s worth.
So, I find this comic a few weeks ago, read it all the way from the beginning, only to end right as I catch up to the present day. This is how my life goes. Ugh. Anyway, I have really enjoyed the series, and hope you have further endeavors that I’m sure we all will enjoy. Thanks!
And if you haven’t read Narbonic, it’s worth the time (http://narbonic.com/). You’ll see Artie’s full backstory in all it’s hapless, well-intentioned glory.
If Artie goes to Lovetron, it would only be a matter of months before the place was overrun by hamsters in armored death suits with arm cannon upgrades (which I have only just now realized were, in hamster scale, Gundams. Gundams that looked like Lupin Madblood, poor things, but Gundams nonetheless.)
Some people are just born to fix.
In Artie’s case, I’d guess at least as much nurture as nature. He grew up with Helen B. Narbon as a mother figure; fixing things might be a survival trait in that environment.
It’s also possible that I’m completely wrong.
Artie doesn’t fix things, he breaks them. Always with very good intentions, true, but they still end up broken. Helen has a disturbing and subtle sense of humor.
That’s a good point, and almost makes me sorry he’s not going to Lovetron after all. You don’t think you could handle a place with no crises, Artie? Fortunately, that’s never going to be a problem for you…
But could Lovetron handle him?
Well, he does fix things. Kind of. But when he fixes one thing, he doesn’t consider the ramifications of what he’s fixing and how he’s fixing it, and doesn’t consider how many other problems he’ll create by fixing one.
And of course, there’s the stuff he did just because he was bored or lonely. If he went to Lovetron, he’d be both bored and lonely.
If what you say is true, that Artie doesn’t consider (or comprehend ahead of time) the effects or, as you put it, the ramifications of his elaborate schemes (plenty of evidence of that in the text), then he is not so much intelligent as extremely clever. These are two different things that usually don’t go together. Helen, on the other hand, always seemed to initiate elaborate schemes that somehow worked out for the best. She is clever AND intelligent. Very rare here in the real world also.
Oh, Artie’s extremely intelligent, but he tends to have tunnel vision. He created a sentient yogurt culture. But he didn’t look at the big picture to see how creating something like that could be a bad thing (such as his own creation trying to eat him).
But then there’s stuff he did that wasn’t intelligent OR clever – such as giving a million dollars to a bunch of hamsters that were created by an insane gerbil.
To be fair, the sentient yogurt culture was an accident, and at least as much Mell’s fault as Artie’s.
She did, in all seriousness, call him her magnum opus.
Artie has done more evil in the name of good…Now that’s a great creation of an evil mad genius
Lovetron is a lovely place, wasn’t it?
Let us have a moment of silence…
Allegedly so, yes.
I’m still waiting for the other bejeweled, royal, funky plimsoll to drop, over here.
Suspect you are, too. 😉
“Now he’s off to Gstaad. Today… a paradise in the Swiss Alps; tomorrow… a wasteland!”
So far the only samples of Life on Lovetron have been Gavotte, Pavane, and Princess Berenice. If they’re representative, I’d think there’d be plenty of erupting crises…
A society run entirely by bees would presumably be eusocial, which would preclude the possibility of crises, since there would seem to be no margins for dissent. Of course, that’s before adding an entire planet’s worth of fully self realized sapients with free will and disparate opinions into the mix.
My apiary is full of robbers and drifters… I think crises are endemic.
That’s pretty much what I was getting at a couple weeks ago. Lovetron may be a great utopia… if you’re a bee. But Pavane seems to be ignoring what will happen to her perfect world after she introduces a bunch of creatures – that are not bees – from this horrible planet. Especially considering most of those creatures are the product of evil geniuses.
And “the girls” do everything for the drones, who live like rock stars (fed, groomed and adored by their groupie-sisters) whose only goal in life is to “get lucky”. Of course, that will cause them to rip their guts out. But no problem; they’ll all be evicted from the hive and left to starve, when autumn rolls around.
A newly-hatched Queen’s first act is to kill all her nascent competitor sisters. One brief flight to freedom, (“Oh, you handsome drone, I’ll love you all your life” x 17 or so of the best-flying happy guys) and she is back in the hive, doomed to a life of baby-pooping. At least, till in old age she’s starved back down to flying weight and evicted from the hive in a swarm and one of her daughters inherits all (I.e., Gavotte is evicted, and Pavane takes over). And let’s not forget the hive-robbing mentioned by Matteo. Defense to the death.
You could just call the whole thing, “Game of Drones.”
This whole “take everyone to Lovetron” business was predicated on an argument between a mother and her child.
I don’t know what native Lovetronians consider the age of adulthood to be so I’m not sure if everyone is throwing their lot in with a capricious child who is only doing this in order to prove she is right to her mom or not.
I mean, is she even going to remember to feed them, give them their baths and potty train them after she gets them home?
So Artie is staying on Earth. He needs crises, and there, there’s a dearth. Without some tumult, sir, he’d soon miss his ulcers. He could visit them, for what it’s worth.
No peace for the dramaholic.
So, I find this comic a few weeks ago, read it all the way from the beginning, only to end right as I catch up to the present day. This is how my life goes. Ugh. Anyway, I have really enjoyed the series, and hope you have further endeavors that I’m sure we all will enjoy. Thanks!
Buy the books—there’s fun extra material.
And if you haven’t read Narbonic, it’s worth the time (http://narbonic.com/). You’ll see Artie’s full backstory in all it’s hapless, well-intentioned glory.
And there’s “The Dire Days of Willowweep Manor,” well worth a look.
It’s in the end phase, but it’s not quite over yet.
“It’s not dead yet, but it’s not at all well…”
I think I’ll go for a walk… “I feel happy, I feel happy…”
Thank you so much!
If Artie goes to Lovetron, it would only be a matter of months before the place was overrun by hamsters in armored death suits with arm cannon upgrades (which I have only just now realized were, in hamster scale, Gundams. Gundams that looked like Lupin Madblood, poor things, but Gundams nonetheless.)