Creepy Cleanliness: To more than a few foreign visitors, yes. As William Gibson said in Disneyland With the Death Penalty, “Was it Laurie Anderson who said that VR would never look real until they learned how to put some dirt in it? Singapore’s airport, the Changi Airtropolis, seemed to possess no more resolution than some early VPL world. There was no dirt whatsoever; no muss, no furred fractal edge to things. Outside, the organic, florid as ever in the tropics, had been gardened into brilliant green, and all-too-perfect examples of itself. Only the clouds were feathered with chaos – weird columnar structures towering above the Strait of China.”
The Empire is exquisitely groomed by a horde of tiny robotic negentropists to a state of perfection usually seen only in architect’s drawings, concept art, Gernsbackia, and the like. If you need some dirt and wear on things for them to seem natural, you’re out of luck, because if there was any visible entropy around, someone’s had it caught and shot before it became noticeable. (And gods alone help you if you admit a preference for grunginess, or litter, or some such, ’cause you might as well stand up in the middle of Mass at St. Peter’s Basilica to announce your life-long devotion to scatophilia.)
What about well-used or worn-out objects, your classic “piece of junk” spaceship? I can see it both ways: on one hand, it’s a clear expression of entropy, but on the other hand, its continued functioning is clear defiance of entropy. Do the Eldrae like the image of a tool which serves its purpose with minimal maintenance long after lesser tools would have broken down?
My conclusion is that they do not like this sort of aesthetic, but for reasons that have little to do with the object in question. Rather, it’s because of the moral deficiency of the object’s owner.
It serves you well, and you take care of it that it may continue to serve you well. This is the implicit bargain of ownership, belike. Thus, the Empire is full of well-maintained and lovingly looked-after, repaired, and even pieced-back-together kintsugi-style objects, from cities down to hand tools.
But those that keep going despite being poorly treated and minimally maintained? They deserve someone better to belong to.