Doth Carol Protest Too Much? On Vince Gilligan’s Pluribus

Curious that in the Apple TV show, Pluribus, a virus creates a sudden shift toward oneness—and the protagonist experiences it as an ongoing nightmare? Carol’s horror isn’t subtle. She rejects the change with such intensity that it raises a different question entirely: Doth Carol protest too much?

What exactly is she defending? And why does unity feel like annihilation to her?

I’m wondering whether the show is less about the loss of individuality and more about the ego’s fear of losing its boundaries—its drama, its friction, its story. Carol clings to the “me” even though she’s exhausted by it. She knows she’s a hack; she knows the life she’s protecting is small and counterfeit. Yet she fights for it — literally kills for it — as if maintaining the old “me” were a sacred duty.

Is this really about oneness? Or is it about the terror of consciousness recognizing itself as all of it, not just its dreaming parts? Is this the ego’s kumbayah parody of waking up?

There’s a strange resonance here that Vince Gilligan played with in Breaking Bad. Walter White didn’t lose himself; he broke the limits of the small self. “I am awake,” he said. Identity stretched to monstrous proportions. Carol reacts the opposite way: she contracts. She resists merging, joining, awakening because she fears erasure?

Between those two extremes—Heisenberg expansion and Pluribus dissolution—there might be another possibility. A quieter one. A “we” that doesn’t swallow the “me,” but simply stops isolating it. A coherent collaboration rather than a zombie hive.

That’s the space Beyond the Mind: What Artificial Reality Reveals About Mind and Reality explores–not a creepy collective and not an inflated self, but the wide field between them. Two stories showing two sides of the same tremor.

If Pluribus shows the ego’s nightmare of unity, what would unity look like without the nightmare?

I’m curious how others are seeing this.

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Grok the Glitch: Absurdity IS the Drift

Here’s a reprieve: realizing the world is absurd isn’t just a shake-my-head and chuckle phrase. We pretend the play is coherent, the stage is solid, and the director is in charge. And then—the seams show. Once you’ve seen them, you can’t unsee. You want to squeak: “Guys… the emperor has no pants, the luggage carousel is a metaphor…”

Comic relief and bewilderment are valid ways the absurd breaks through. When something goes wrong, everyone automatically scrambles for an explanation: “It’s his fault,” “it’s Mercury retrograde.” Explanations are soothing, sure. But here’s the spoiler: life doesn’t make sense. It never did. It shows up as nonsense, and we make every effort to clean it up. We just pretend not to notice—because, well, work and the gym.

Maybe you’ve noticed. Maybe you’ve seen the seams in the sky. Maybe it hit you in traffic, or in a circular argument, or while glaring at a broken printer: wait… this is nonsense. That’s the whole show. Daily wrongness is not an error to be fixed. It is the architecture. Traffic jams. Technology that complicates. The DMV. Coincidences that feel like secret notes from the universe. These aren’t anomalies. They’re evidence. See it clearly—and the headached dissolves into laughter.

“The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.” ~ Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

“Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.” ~ Eugène Ionesco

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