I was walking down the street and a guy came up to me and said, “the aliens have invaded earth.” My first thought was this guy is a bit off. But he continued to talk, he said, “the aliens are here now, you interact with them every day”, I kept walking. Dam crazy people! 

Then my cell phone started to ring. Suddenly a mind blowing thought struck me, what if technology is the alien race? Computers and TV are in every house in America, and we are always within reaching distance to our cell phones. From the moment we wake up, to the the moment our heads hit the pillow again we are consistently interacting with these computing things. But how can they be aliens? They are just machines, we made them, we control them, we can turn them off. 

Although I don’t know how any of the technology I use works. I have no idea how it came into being, and I am not entirely certain that we as a human race cannot survive turning it off.  This revelation is terrifying because, it makes me realize that we have evolved with technology so seamlessly that we don’t even realize that our humanness is being compromised. We don’t have much control over our lives anymore; it’s now part of our culture to expect to see food appear on shelves in a store. It’s just as the Minister in the movie says, “Do you know what you're implying? That we owe our human condition to the intervention of insects.” Quatermass and the Pit really incites this fear of being in a world that is suddenly strange, scary and unknowable.   

The first shot in this film is of a dark street lit by a flickering street lamp. A piece of man made equipment that isn’t working the way it should. Next, we cut to down in the pit, workers drilling away and then they suddenly find bones. The first skull was almost not seen, it was almost ignored, but then they unearth a full skeletal body. Our minds connect the dots consciously and subconsciously. If I see a photo of frozen strawberries, and then one of a blender, I will probably think smoothie. Essentially we like to make sense of things. Here we have broken machinery and a dead broken body. Not a very subtle warning. 

Our problem is the invasion already happened. Warnings are good at the right time, not thirty years late. Paul Revere would be pretty useless if he showed up a day later. But where does that leave us? Well maybe ill go join that homeless guy.