Imagine there’s a slightly powerful alien species — let’s call them the Dorg —who’s grown bored of their neck of the stars. One cosmic weekend, they make a wrong left turn and stumble upon Earth. Looks like it would make for a fun little ant farm.
The experiment: The Dorg suck up 1,000 random humans, aged 20-60, in reasonably good health, and sampled at random to be an otherwise realistic mix of the global population — personalities, values, education, professions, hobbies, etc. They’re plopped down on an island in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by a giant force field. Imagine a mix between Survivor, The Truman Show, and Mad Max; or maybe a hybrid of the Biodome and the Colosseum.
The humans have 20 years to build something to impress the Dorg with — only they have no idea what. Should it be a machine of some sort? A work of art? A culture? A religion? A new species? A government? All of the above, or something else altogether? If they succeed, the Dorg will leave the planet in peace, and give each survivor a slice of the most delicious cake they’ll ever have. If they fail, Earth will be flushed down the nearest galactic sewer.
The humans start naked, coming in with only their bare hands and whatever docile microbiota happen to live on or in them. The island dome itself is also sterile, just dunes of silica sitting on top of some unknown, impermeable substrate, punctuated by the occasional rock formation, but no trees, living soil, or other life. The surrounding “ocean” between the island and force field is similarly sterile.
But the Dorg aren’t cruel — it’s a fun science project for them, not genocide. To give the humans a fighting chance:
- Every person is first cleansed of disease-causing bacteria and viruses, so they enter the dome in a relatively clean slate, making infection highly unlikely.
- The island dome is perfectly climate-controlled and comfortable, a steady 70°F year-round, with 18 hours a day of full-spectrum lighting from a fake sun above. There is an air filtration system that provides perfectly breathable air no matter what the humans do. It even provides a gentle breeze.
- On the island there is a faithful, book-for-book copy of a modern research university library, containing a reasonable swath of human knowledge up to the year 2020 or so, but with no internet, computers, or electronics.
- A reasonably large river of pure water runs through the dome, enough to provide unlimited fresh water and perhaps hydropower someday.
- Once a week, a space-magic barge arrives on that river, carrying a sufficient supply of space-magic food pills that are fully nutritious and almost palatable, along with a miracle medicine pill that has a 90% chance of curing any disease, 9% chance of doing nothing, and a 1% chance of painlessly killing the user immediately.
- On that barge is also a tablet where a person — whoever happens to hit the “submit” button that day — can order up to 10,000 total kg of raw, 99.90% pure elements, anything from iron to noble gases to radioactive metals, in the isotopic abundance you’d normally find on Earth. The elements will come with the next shipment, in perfectly suitable containers unloaded from the barge onto the shore. The containers dissolve away once opened, leaving only the element behind.
- Somewhere on the island, buried deep in the sand, is a seed vault, containing 1,000 seeds of every major cultivated crop (major is defined as having been commercially grown for at least 100 years, and harvested for at least a million metric tonnes a year). The vault can read minds and will only open if at least 501 people give their consent in a secret, unfalsifiable vote. The vault doesn’t care what happens to the seeds afterward.
- At exactly midnight of the start of year 10, the barge will allow one single yes/no question to be submitted (again, by whoever happens to hit the submit button first). The next shipment will arrive with the answer, which will be answered by the Dorg as faithfully as possible, with the possible responses “yes”, “no”, and “dunno”.
1,000 people, 20 years… the clock is ticking. What should they build? How should they decide? Will they even survive that long without breaking down and eating each other?