“Perhaps at some other time, when there was no war, men might not act this way, hurrying an individual to his death because they were afraid. Everyone was frightened, everyone was willing to sacrifice the individual because of the group fear.”
Spence Olham is an engineer working on a project to develop a new weapon that will give Earth an advantage over the so-called Outspacers with whom they are engaged in lethal warfare. One day, Olham is arrested on his way to work and given to understand that the real Spence Olham was killed by an Outspacer robot a few days ago, the robot now replacing him in order to blow up the new weapon with a U-bomb it is carrying inside its body. Spence is shocked that even his old friend Nelson believes this story and is now giving the government agents a hand in their resolution to “destroy” Spence. He is also informed that the robot was implanted with memories of the real Spence Olham’s so that it does not even know that it is not a human being but a spy walking around with a weapon. Olham manages to escape from his opponents and now grasps at every chance, be it ever so slim, to prove his identity before it is too late.
Admittedly, to a modern reader, PKD’s short story Impostor, which was published in 1953, may not come up with a surprising twist, but I am not reading Dick for plot mainly. Instead, I as much enjoy the philosophical ideas Dick makes me think about and his unlimited imagination. By the way, in 1953 the story might still have been quite unpredictable and original in terms of its plot.
Impostor can be read as a warning against war, and one should not forget that in the 1950s the danger of war was definitely looming larger than today (even though there are some developments in our day and age that might have it in them to unsettle us). The Cold War was an everyday fear for people, the Korean War a grim reality, and the arms race was going on at full speed. This also proved a hotbed for public paranoia in the form of McCarthyism, warping people’s conception of reality and making them commit or at least condone in witchhunts against their fellow-citizens. I don’t exactly remember who coined the phrase of truth being the first casualty when war comes, but there is definitely a lot to say for its being true. Our protagonist suddenly finds himself the target of such a collective neurosis, and to his dismay he realizes that normal constraints civilized societies have built up in order to prevent ostracism and what is generally termed “swift justice” no longer exist. This is partly the result of how media shape people’s conception of everyday life, and in Impostor we find that newspapers are run by “news machines”, who, according to Olham, also have exaggerated the threat embodied by the Outspacers in order to rally people behind their government and make them readily pull their weight in the common war effort. These “new machines” have also invented the term “Outspacers” to denote the common enemy, a word that sounds both threatening and exclusive and will doubtless serve its purpose.
As a side-note, reading Impostor might make you more aware of terms employed and campaigns run by the mass media today. One example in German newspapers, for instance, is the adjective “umstritten”, i.e. “controversial”, which they put in front of a person’s title and name to show that readers should under no circumstances agree with that person’s views unless they want to lay themselves open to the suspicion of sharing the wrong ideas and being morally deficient.
Olham is now also branded as an Outspacer, and thereby labelled as meant for destruction. Dick, however, goes one step beyond a criticism of war hysteria and newspaper propaganda in that he allows for the fact that the Outspacer robot is fed with real human memories and thus not able to know that he is not a real human person. This opens another new pasture for our hungry minds to graze upon in that it raises the question what the essence of being human is. If personality and individuality are based on memories and experiences, and if those can be created in some sort of test-tubes and implanted at will into machines capable of taking decisions and experiencing feelings – like the ones our protagonist goes through –, what should we call the product?
Questions like these prove even more breath-taking and intriguing than the twist in this tale.