6 years ago
The Doctor, the Brigadier, some scientists and a Ministry bureaucrat have ventured inside Axos, a living ship that has just landed on Earth.
The Axons have greeted them. They are a nuclear family - man in charge, surrounded by wife and boy and girl - modelled on classical statuary, their skin a lustrous gold.
They reflect the prejudices of those they meet. They are part of Axos and have formed themselves from the ship/entity. They easily adapt their image to Westernism, Patriarchy, Classicism, the worship of the commodity and of wealth itself.
In return for shelter (ostensibly), they offer "a gift... a payment". They appear unable to quite understand the concept of 'gift', immediately amending their use of the word. They meant 'payment', which implies a commodity transaction.
Their payment is...
It looks like a mineral, something torn from the ground by labour. In reality it is just another aspect of Axos, individuated from the amorphous and tentacular mass of the whole so it will pass as a rock.
"Axonite is the source of all our growth technology," says Daddy Axon, "Axonite can absorb, convert, transmit and programme all forms of energy."
Note the word 'growth'. To Axos, this is a central concept. It's why they're here.
They do a deal. Axonite will be distributed around the globe.
"This is indeed a rich planet you have brought us to," Axos tells their unwilling partner, the Master.
Axos has found a new market into which it can spread, new material to consume.
"Axonite must encircle the world," says Axos.
When it has been distributed globally, Axonite will absorb all energy and return to Axos, glutting it with new power. Remember, Axonite can be anything. It can take any form. It can grow via an occult process. It covers the world. It has a "cycle" which ends with its absorbtion and assimilation of everything around it. It returns to Axos, which is another aspect of itself, bigger and richer, swelling and increasing the whole. It is the commodity form itself - the commodity fetishised and come alive, personifying itself and then treating people as commodities to be consumed. It is scrambled, insane, multifarious, protean, yet singular and unitary. It glitters. It is lusted after as a transformation of production (of food, technology, anything at all) and as power in and of itself... yet the people who want it to serve them end up serving it. It is alien to humanity, yet dresses in the clothes of Western tradition, classical values, oppressive gender relations and wealth. It offers itself as payment, then takes everything as profit. It is ravenous. Vampiric. It circulates and ends its cycle with profit it has sucked from the world. And then it moves on, still hungry.
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