A Brief Remark on Stephen King's Under the Dome
I’ve said this before, but the proper analogy between an alien intelligence capable of placing impenetrable spheres around the exact boundaries of a human township is not ants to humans, as in King’s novel, but a virus colonizing some type of formicative intestinal bacterium to Colette, say.
I’ve been amusing myself thinking of the type of apoplexy that Stanislaw Lem may have worked himself into when considering the consequences of the book’s premise, as in his essay on Roadside Picnic. I suspect he may have decided that the leatherfaced pueriles were in fact from futurity, conducting a chronoeconomographic experiment on the isolation of North America’s largest meth lab. Some work could be done on the ideogram as well.