Cold. Mechanical. Rigid.
Breathing. Organic. Living.
These are the dialectics of Metroid. The juxtaposition between the advanced, grim technological and dystopian spaces of the Space Pirates having conjoined themselves cybernetically into the still-beating terrain of Zebes. The life that you encounter here hardly ever attacks you on purpose - it simply exists, but it is in the way. It is in Samus' way, in the way of the Space Pirates, in the way of the Federation. The calculated computer Mother Brain at the core of the planet has no use for the creatures that reside above Tourian. When she dies, the ensuing self-destruction is a foregone conclusion.
The Space Pirates cannot imagine a world without their influence.
Even if there was one that was perfectly fine, twisted and distorted as they made it.
Breathing. Organic. Living.
These are the dialectics of Metroid. The juxtaposition between the advanced, grim technological and dystopian spaces of the Space Pirates having conjoined themselves cybernetically into the still-beating terrain of Zebes. The life that you encounter here hardly ever attacks you on purpose - it simply exists, but it is in the way. It is in Samus' way, in the way of the Space Pirates, in the way of the Federation. The calculated computer Mother Brain at the core of the planet has no use for the creatures that reside above Tourian. When she dies, the ensuing self-destruction is a foregone conclusion.
The Space Pirates cannot imagine a world without their influence.
Even if there was one that was perfectly fine, twisted and distorted as they made it.