The book The
Island of Dr. Moreau is
a chilling look at what can happen when one man plays God in a world
of his own design. As a mad scientist who specializes in genetic
alterations, the titular character engineers horrors that would be at
home in the LV-223 world of Prometheus. As humans tend to do, he
utilizes his creations to control and dominate in a military-like
fashion; either you are with him – or you are with the terrorists,
as it were.
While Moreau – we think – is fully conscious of the world
outside of his island, his engineered minions are not; so much so
that it's likely he could tell them that the island IS the world and
be believed without a second thought. He could go so far as to say
that the ocean surrounding the island is a mere pond surrounded by
their island, and those without critical thinking skills wouldn't bat
an eye. This is the community that Moreau fosters: An unquestioningly
loyal tribe.
This tribe sees only itself and its island as the world; much like
ancient people who believed that the sun and the universe revolved
around the Earth, Moreau's minions have no concept of “the
outside”. This is much like the residents of Flatland (from Edwin Abbott's book Flatland), an entire
civilization of beings who unquestioningly believe themselves to be
the be-all and end-all in the universe. The difference being that the
denizens of Moreau's island believe this because they're told to,
while Flatland's residents believe this because they simply can't see
anything else.



















