gears of war

Tiny bacteria may seem rather unintelligent, but a bacterial crowd can accomplish the Sisyphean task of turning microgears millions of times bigger than themselves. The microbes start out by swimming randomly, but occasionally collide with the spokes of a gear and begin pushing. Scientists from the U.S. Department of Energy's (DOE) Argonne National Laboratory and Northwestern University observed a crowd gather and push against the spokes.

A cloud of Internet buzz is forming around an as-yet-unnamed JJ Abrams film (the project currently has the working-title "Cloverfield") concerned with monsters destroying New York City. Details are scarce, although the rumors declare it's either a new Godzilla film, a Gears of War film, an alien-invasion film or (I'll freely admit, I'm hoping for this last one), a Cthulhu film. (Lovecraft fans will be cheered to hear that another Cthulhu film is set to be released sometime this fall.)

Of course, no hep flick worth its celluloid would launch without a viral marketing scheme— in this case a series of websites with puzzles, videos of various stripes on YouTube and loads of other stuff that will make you feel like an utter schmuck if you spend too much time on it. So watch the trailer, futz around on the sites if you must, and try to ignore the hype until the actual film comes out. Cthulhu fhtagn! —Martha Harbison

Chainsaw wielder in-training Nicole heads out to battle, under the watchful eye of her Gearhed drill sergeant

One of the last videogames I played was Pitfall, back in the 80s. I was 11, or maybe 10, I dont remember. What I do recall with perfect clarity is my obsession for the game. I could play it for hours on end, prodding Harry to swing along those heavily pixilated vines and hop over inky blobs that were either tar pits or alligators, depending on their color.

Fast-forward 24 years, and Im sitting on my friend Chriss couch, holding a controller that looks like it could fly the space shuttle, trying to guide a chainsaw-wielding psychopath through a high-def war zone. Chris has agreed to give me a tutorial on the massively popular Xbox 360 game Gears of War (dont ask why), and so far Ive had my brains splattered and my guts eviscerated and, worse still, other players online are mocking me while it happens. Question: WTF? What the hell happened to videogames? And when did Quentin Tarantino and Cormac McCarthy start designing them?

OK, so I admit that at age 34, Im sort of old and sheltered. I read books, I rarely watch TV, and I worry about my carbon footprint. I also happen to like vegetables and practice yoga. You wouldnt expect me to embrace the gory new world of gaming, let alone the unprecedented violence in Gears of War. So why do I find myself aglow every time I blast the nuts off an enemy with my machine gun? And why is it that no sooner do I put down the controller than I want to pick it back up? Of course, I dont share these thoughts with Chris, who is busy barking weird commands—Pan left! Pan right! Kill! Kill! Kill! Somehow I feel that its the wrong time to share, that Chris doesnt much want to discuss my emotional response to chain-sawing someones face off, nor do I think hes interested in hearing my idea of upgrading the game to have little cafés where players could rest and get to know one another before heading back out for more carnage.

Have I simply tapped some long-dormant compulsion for strategic button-pushing, or is it something more sinister? And how I do reconcile my peace-loving self with this budding obsession for a game whose promotional material says Gears of War crushes its enemies, hears the lamentation of its women? All good questions, I think—questions Im hoping to answer as I continue my Gearhead training, with Chris as my drill sergeant—but none quite as pressing as this one: When can I play again? —Nicole Dyer

[Watch this space for more updates from GoW Boot Camp.—Eds.]