The Ugly Truth: The Cyborg within YA Novel ‘Uglies’ 

A research essay for my Topics in American Literature class based on the book “Uglies” by Scott Westerfeld. Super long and it doesn’t bug me if you don’t want to read it all - just thought I would post it because I got to do something sort of fandom-y for class. :)

Science Fiction as a genre acts as a way to examine the people who write it and all the complicated aspects of human life that sometimes can’t be explained within the realm of “real life.”  In an essay about Humanistic Themes in Science fiction, William Herman says that “science fiction allows us to explore what it means to be human in a technological and scientifically oriented society” (Herman). When you strip away all the laser beams and technology from Sci-Fi, the story that remains is a story of discovery, trying to answer the question: What does it mean to be human? In the novel “Uglies” by Scott Westerfeld, a YA Science Fiction novel, this question is amplified and in the course of the trilogy and a subsequent fourth novel, Westerfeld poses the question, like so many other writers: what does it mean to be human? This is answered through the creation of a world where a surgery exists and everyone at the age of 16 undergoes to become “Pretty,” both inside and out. Through the characters and the world at large, Westerfeld uses what is known as “Uglies” and these Pretties to contrast human and a new kind of cyborg to illustrate what being human means, and what people go through to numb humanity by synthetic means.

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chatterboxrose:

I decorated my friend’s fridge in her dorm! :D
Here are some close up shots! There are Harry Potter, AVPM, Glee, Doctor Who and Liz even added a Lost refrence! :) (And that’s my friend Marrisa’s cat, Lily! Named after Lily Potter!)






I’m laughing so hard look the fridge from Marissa’s dorm when we were just next door neighbors. 

chatterboxrose:

I decorated my friend’s fridge in her dorm! :D

Here are some close up shots! There are Harry Potter, AVPM, Glee, Doctor Who and Liz even added a Lost refrence! :) (And that’s my friend Marrisa’s cat, Lily! Named after Lily Potter!)

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I’m laughing so hard look the fridge from Marissa’s dorm when we were just next door neighbors. 



"Oh there you are."

"Oh there you are."


What do we turn to when the worst happens? 

To our friends, our family and the warmth and comfort they bring us. 

We turn to our comforts; the words of books that make us feel loved. That feel like a hug even though there are no physical arms to hold us. The television shows and movies that have kept us living and looking forward to a new day. These are also the things that comfort us when the worst possible things happen, just like our tangible friends and family. 

Even those friends you might have never touched before; never hugged or breathed the same air as. When the worst happens, they’re also there for you, just on the other side of the computer with a comforting word. They’re real. Like the pain. Like the slow healing. 

It’s beautiful and it’s heartbreaking to see it all unfold. 


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I did a bit of the scrapbooking thing today <3


Feeling good.

Not.


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chatterboxrose:

I WISH MARISSA WAS ONLINE

BECAUSE I FOUND THIS VIDEO WHILE LOOKING FOR MY “SEXY” PICTURE.

IT’S MARISSA SINGING “DO YOU THINK I’M SEXY”

FUN DORM TIMES. 

lol remember when


Do you ever feel completely alone even when surrounded by people?

Old insecurities coming up again.

I feel like I’m just the annoying extra wheel again. That people don’t actually like me and are just being nice.

I feel guilty and scared and alone.

I also feel like maybe I’m overreacting the whole thing. But it feels real, too.

I just don’t know.


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That feeling just wake up on a Sunday morning. The sun, coming in warmly through your window; a gentle, lazy alarm clock. You open your eyes slowly, barely blinking them open, no rush to do so. Your thoughts are clear and simple and all you have to think about are the last remnants of your dreams as you crossover from sleep to consciousness. You feel like you’re floating, wrapped in the perfect cocoon of warm blankets and pillows. Your body is heavy, still weighed down by sleep. Waking up is slow and gradual. There is no feeling more safe and comfortable than that moment, on a sleepy Sunday morning.  


So. I’ve been pretty horrible with keeping up with this everyday. Which is why I’m imposing a new “rule”. I’ll utilize this blog for it’s original purpose - creating posts about my life and creative things - but not necessarily everyday. It’s a bit taxing. I’m even lucky I got through half a year doing that. But then I got sick and finals hit and it sort of went on the backburner. But I’ll continue posting things here! 


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