The Ecology of Cars (The Movie)

My son is on a big Cars kick. I think I’ve seen that movie at least 25,000 times in the last few weeks. I’d say it was a hellish experience, but it was a pretty good movie, so it held up through the 10,000th viewing. To preserve my sanity (quiet now), I’m now on to deconstructing it.

I’ve began to wonder what sort of evolutionary pressures might result in a world populated by cars?

Let’s look at the population:

Automobiles: Apparently they are the dominant form of sentient life. They are self-aware and civilized.

Trains: They could be intelligent. I’m not sure whether the coaches are separate entities. Why do they carry coaches anyway, there are no passengers.

Planes/dirigibles: They seem to be intelligent as well.

Insects: Flying VW bugs. I don’t think they’re intelligent. What ecological niche do they occupy?

Tractor/Combine Harvesters: My biggest puzzler - they look to be live stock… I think. They could be the same sort of species, and the size/function difference is sexual dimorphism. But if they’re live stock, what purpose to they serve? Do cars eat tractors? How do tractors get fuel?

I really need to get my son hooked on a different movie.

This reminds me of a science ficion story I read a while back that was sort of a parody of the old western story where the cowboy has to go out and hunt down a herd of wild horses. Except in the story it was wild cars. I think the basic idea was that in the futre AI was intsalled in all cars and in a certain percent of the cars the AI went wonky and the cars went off into the wild. Perhaps Cars the movie takes place in a similar future where AI cars were invented and mankind is dead? Or maybe you need to rent a different movie. :smiley:

Normal, organic birds exist. Watch the telephone wires.

I bet you’re remembering Roger Zelazny’s story Devil Car.

The seats!
The seats!
Why are there car seats?!?

Where do baby cars come from?

Well, first daddy puts his dipstick into mommy’s tank…

You know what really threw me about that movie? The hippie VW van’s “Shaggy” goatee was a license plate. I don’t recall if any of the other cars had license plates or not, but that’s the one that stands out, and it makes me wonder about the purpose of license plates in the Cars world in general. I mean, they have a system in that world where some (but not all!) of the sentient inhabitants go around with identification numbers affixed to their bodies in prominent places.

Does that strike anyone else as a little… holocausty? Especially on a Volkswagon?

Actually, there’s a whole subtle vibe of racism (maybe that should be chassism?) in the movie. Cars are purpose build vehicles. A tow truck is a tow truck and is never going to be a race car. But once you make them into thinking creatures, all sorts of uncomfortable questions are raised. 'Mater basically has to be a tow truck, forever, because that’s what he was “born” as. Lightning McQueen automatically assumes that the cute Porsche is his lawyer, because she’s a Porsche, and therefore a “city” car, not a hick like the other cars in the courtroom. Not because of anything she says, or does, or even “wears,” but simply because of the sort of car she is.

Of course, McQueen himself is painfully sheltered, apparently never having seen such things as side-view mirrors, or the concept that cars handle differently on dirt roads than they do on paved roads. How does a sentient car, in a world populated entirely by other sentient cars, get to the age of majority (and how is that measured in this world? By years, or by mileage?) without being exposed to either of these concepts?

Also, the bit at the end where 'Mater gets his ride in a helicopter was pretty disturbing, because the helicopter was clearly also a sentient being. 'Mater was basically riding around in the stomach of another person. Which is really, really creepy. Thank God they established early on that it’s just the cabs of the semi trucks that are people, and that the trailers aren’t, because that would be too wierd for words.

Hey. Two click rule :smiley:

I’m sure this kind of thinking kept John Lasseter up at nights.

These characters come from Pixar’s Oscar-winning short film For the Birds. Pixar always puts references to their previous (and sometimes their future) work in their films. Although this in-joke confuses things even more, as these birds are the only non-vehicle figures in the film.

The cars all run off of biofuel, which is milked from the tractors. Sheesh! You’d think that it’d be obvious, given that Pixar’s one of those touchy-feely enviromentally friendly hippy companies! :wink:

Maybe they were Thunderbirds, Eagles, or Falcons.

I must say I do like the fact that the movie had a repair shop. The forklift character gave us some insight as to how they survive and how they continue being mobile after a flat tire or more serious injury.

There has to be a lot of equipment to take care of mining, drilling for oil, and steel manufacturing. These lifeforms probably consider themselves farmers.

Those who own property and let the tractors roam are probably more like pet owners than farmers. After all, the tractors do not produce any product for vehicular consumption. Giving them fuel and a place to graze is likely looked upon as basic caretaking. Maybe it’s more like a zoo. Vehicles from other areas can go for drives in the country and look at the tractors. Very few city cars get to see a tractor close up.

I assume the VW “bugs” are attracted to areas of spilled fuel and that is how they survive. I have no idea why they wander around on windows unless they are seeking fuel sources.

There is likely a hot debate among cars as to whether or not vehicles of a specific purpose can choose their lifestyle or if they are “built that way.” Mater, for example, would have to undergo some major vehicular realignment surgery if he were to want to become a race car or helicopter or something.

I also wonder where the “soul” resides. Is it in the engine, the interior, the body, or some other part. If you took two cars of similar models and interchanged parts, when does one car cease to be that car and start being the other. Maybe it’s all in the VIN tag.

My theory is that Pixar’s Cars are essentially Daleks.

The world of Cars was identical to our own up to, say, 1900 or so, when the fanciful scientific speculations of Mr. H.G. Wells suddenly became shocking reality; an extrasolar craft entered orbit around the Earth, carrying intelligent beings from a distant world. These creatures had been forced to leave their own solar system in the wake of some vast tragedy, clinging to the hope that one of our planets might prove capable of sustaining life. Unfortunately, despite the enormous diversity of our solar system, no planet closely mirrored their world of origin. They could survive on Earth, but only by means of intricate life-support technology to protect their shapeless, amoebic bodies from an essentially hostile high-gravity environment. Most of their native technology, a complex fusion of rare elements and organic components, simply failed to operate in Earth’s atmosphere.

They came in peace, orphaned, helpless, begging desperately for aid. Humanity was shocked into wonder by these strange, piteous creatures from beyond the stars. Suddenly our own terrestrial differences seemed ridiculously petty, not worth fighting over. World leaders extended their hands in friendship, while our greatest scientists worked to unravel the mysteries of the alien technology while adapting our own to their needs.

One of the few insights derived from their technology was in materials science-- a new, semi-organic metallic compound with great strength and flexibility. This was used to construct their terrestrial life-support units, at first immobile and cumbersome, but later small enough to allow them to maneuver their gelatinous bulk on wheels, peering at the world through transparent plates of the same flexible material. The aliens’ power sources, however ,were not as adaptable to Earthly use, so human chemists and engineers stepped in to lend a hand. (Eventually petroleum fuel won out, as the alien metabolism was also able to ingest the hydrocarbons directly as food, solving two problems at once). These first ‘automatic mobility aids,’ powered by steam or petroleum, became a commonplace sight on roads and highways as the creatures rejoiced in the freedom of our world’s expanses. They rode on our highways, used our languages, adopted our customs. For a few brief decades, our two peoples existed side by side as one.

But Wells was right after all. As with the colonization of the Americas, these explorers from afar had brought more than just their technology to this New World. No one knew exactly when or how the plague started, but whatever voracious alien pathogen eventually adapted itself to Earth’s environment was far more efficient than their technology ever was. Humanity was cut down like chaff, along with most other animal life on the planet. The aliens could only watch in horror, and ultimately mourn.

They could not bear the grief. The knowledge that the death of humanity was their responsibility, however unintentionally, was too much of a burden to confront. To be sure, there were a few solemn monuments in the cities, silently honoring our passing. But to speak of humanity, to invoke the spectre of our demise, was all but unheard of in casual conversation.

All but a few land vertebrates had perished alongside man; the aliens dutifully created replacements, cloned from their own amoebic tissue and given suitable exoskeletons of hybrid technology, to maintain the fractured biosphere. Artificial cows grazed the plains; artificial insects pollinated the flowers. Earth was their world now, their responsibility. The world turned, as it always had. And life went on.

Welcome to my world. I watch it at least twice a day.

Why tractors at all? What do they harvest and what for? Nobody eats the stuff anyways. (it could all be corn for biofuel, of course)

I love it that there is no parking at the race track. One less worry.

There are airplanes but the contrails are tyre tracks! WTH?!

The matter with Mater in the chopper is no biggie. Think of it as going piggyback or on someone’s shoulder.

How do they make all the little things with no opposable thumbs? They have wheel pedals for lights and door openers, so they are aware of their limitation. The TV, though has no such considerations.

And what are rearview mirrors good for, anyways? Their eyes are on the windshield, they can’t see the mirrors at all.

Are all cars unique models? Are there other Porsche 911’s (or whatever Sally is supposed to be) on the road?

They run out of fuel but they are somehow still alive (and can hop around).

Which would make a Hell of a movie itself, if done right. (Not wanting to hijack; that’s worth a whole other thread: Zelazny stories that should be filmed.)

I keep seeing parts of the movie on cable. I kept thinking that if I were made out of non-regenerating parts, I’d be real careful. (On the other hand, all their parts are replaceable.)

The movie reminds me of those Chevron commercials – but I think they wanted to distinguish their cars visually from the Chevron animated cars, so they made the cars’ eyes appear in their windshields, rather than being the headlights. (Is a car blinded if his windshield gets busted?)

Mister, you have blown my mind.

My theory is that Pixar’s Cars are essentially Daleks.

The world of Cars was identical to our own up to, say, 1900 or so, when the fanciful scientific speculations of Mr. H.G. Wells suddenly became shocking reality; an extrasolar craft entered orbit around the Earth, carrying intelligent beings from a distant world. These creatures had been forced to leave their own solar system in the wake of some vast tragedy, clinging to the hope that one of our planets might prove capable of sustaining life. Unfortunately, despite the enormous diversity of our solar system, no planet closely mirrored their world of origin. They could survive on Earth, but only by means of intricate life-support technology to protect their shapeless, amoebic bodies from an essentially hostile high-gravity environment. Most of their native technology, a complex fusion of rare elements and organic components, simply failed to operate in Earth’s atmosphere.

They came in peace, orphaned, helpless, begging desperately for aid. Humanity was shocked into wonder by these strange, piteous creatures from beyond the stars. Suddenly our own terrestrial differences seemed ridiculously petty, not worth fighting over. World leaders extended their hands in friendship, while our greatest scientists worked to unravel the mysteries of the alien technology while adapting our own to their needs.

One of the few insights derived from their technology was in materials science-- a new, semi-organic metallic compound with great strength and flexibility. This was used to construct their terrestrial life-support units, at first immobile and cumbersome, but later small enough to allow them to maneuver their gelatinous bulk on wheels, peering at the world through transparent plates of the same flexible material. The aliens’ power sources, however ,were not as adaptable to Earthly use, so human chemists and engineers stepped in to lend a hand. These first ‘automatic mobility aids,’ powered by steam or petroleum, became an increasingly commonplace sight on roads and highways as the creatures rejoiced in the freedom of our world’s expanses. (Eventually petroleum fuel won out, as the alien metabolism was also able to ingest the hydrocarbons directly as food, solving two problems at once). As the creatures matured, they moved from smaller to larger support units, in the manner of hermit crabs; custom units were also created for specialized jobs. They rode on our highways, used our languages, adopted our customs. For a few brief decades, our two peoples existed side by side as one.

But Wells was right after all. As with the colonization of the Americas, these explorers from afar had brought more than just their technology to this New World. No one knew exactly when or how the plague started, but whatever voracious alien pathogen eventually adapted itself to Earth’s environment was far more efficient than their technology ever was. Humanity was cut down like chaff, along with most other animal life on the planet. The aliens could only watch in horror, and ultimately mourn.

They could not bear the grief. The knowledge that the death of humanity was their responsibility, however unintentionally, was too much of a burden to confront. To be sure, there were a few solemn monuments in the cities, silently honoring our passing. But to speak of humanity, to invoke the spectre of our demise, was all but unheard of in casual conversation. During those first dark years, some even allowed their spiritual agony to pass into obsession, creating huge earthen sculptures in the images of their own life-support units in a vain attempt to assert their claim over the land.

All but a few land vertebrates had perished alongside man; the aliens dutifully created replacements, cloned from their own amoebic tissue and given suitable exoskeletons of hybrid technology, to maintain the fractured biosphere. Artificial cows grazed the plains; artificial insects pollinated the flowers. Earth was their world now, their responsibility. The world turned, as it always had. And life went on.

Wow, thank goodness that my double-post was a brief and inconspicuous one, instead of being THE LONGEST POST EVER. :smack: :smack: :smack:

I’m guessing biological warfare.

Cars takes place on a world where human technology had advanced past our own and had invented artificial intelligence. They had giant factories that could build sentient vehicles like the ones we saw.

Then the terrorists struck and released Agent X which killed every carbon-based lifeform on the planet. But the robots were unharmed. And the factories (which are also artificially intelligent) are still building new cars which are now programmed without the memory of mankind.

But what are the cars going to do? They lack true creativity so they cannot form their own society. So they just go through the motions of duplicating the human world which is gone. Hence the theme of longing for a lost past that permeates the movie - the cars are all waiting for the passengers that will never return.

Well, I don’t think I have any brilliant answers to the numerous conundrums mentioned here, but I’m all for entertaining deconstruction and I can sure throw in another question or two.

Maybe I missed it, but just like you never see baby pigeons, there don’t seem to be any infant cars and any cars we see venturing out on the road seem to have a developmental age of at least the late teens, even if they are only a couple of model years old. Likewise, they seem to know that they are manufactured, rather than birthed, and there seems to be at least a hint of religion surrounding the process; there is a throwaway line by one of the characters in which he thanks “Chrysler” for something or other. OTOH, they don’t seem to have a clear idea where they actually come from, or at least don’t talk about it much, and it seems a rather areligious and incurious culture overall. Where and when do they go to school, since they obviously know how to read signs?

I’ve been leaning toward the notion that this is a parallel world that just happens to resemble earth but with cars as the sentient life form, but there are some problems with that. Like, f’rinstance: Shaggy was listening to Hendrix, man. It seems pretty clear that cars aren’t equipped to play a guitar, so that assumes a human Jimi Hendrix, which in turn means that they must have some idea what humans are, or were. So what happened to all the humans?

On preview, I see Little Nemo has come up with an explanation for that.

Others still remain, however. How and why did Guido and Luigi end up in America? And if they’re italian because they’re Italian-made cars, why doesn’t Sally speak with a German accent?

Ow, now my head is hurting. Oh, wait, here’s at least one question I can answer:

Nope; remember the MX-5 twins.