All right, everyone. Bring yourselves back online. Here we go.
I’ve now had about a week with the first four episodes of Westworld‘s third season. Those four episodes represent half of season three, which clocks in at a total of eight episodes (unlike seasons one and two, which each had 10).
On one hand, four episodes is a significant chunk of the season, and I’ve got a lot of spoiler-y opinions and thoughts and theories that I can’t yet get into. On the other hand, past experience with the show strongly suggests that the really big stuff will remain hidden until the very last episode of the season—and four episodes is just enough to get a taste of what’s to come.
Shining, shimmering, splendid
At one point in episode five of Westworld‘s first season, God, the Devil, and a dying cowboy all walk into a bar. As they sit around a table, slamming shots of frontier whiskey and trading oblique and portentous one-liners, the Devil takes a moment to wax rhapsodic about the glorious expanse of man’s dominion.
“The world out there,” says the Devil, all dressed in black, “is one of plenty. A fat, soft teat people cling to their entire life. Every need taken care of—except one: purpose. Meaning.”
It was one of the first mentions of the world outside the park, and it was ambiguous as hell. Was it spoken metaphorically, or was the world out there really an all-loving, all-providing Star Trek-style Utopia?
Another even more tantalizing clue about the nature of the outside world came earlier in the same episode, as technicians Sylvester and Felix toil bloodily away down in the bowels of the Mesa’s body shop.
“You’re not a fucking ornithologist,” taunts Sylvester as his counterpart tries (and fails) to hack a small bird host with a “borrowed” Behavior tablet. “And you’re sure as hell not a coder,” he continues. “You are a butcher, and that is all you will ever be.”



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