I was a staff writer for the first season of Syfy’s Alphas television show. It was one of the best jobs I ever had. The other writers and producers and staffers were smart and enthusiastic and welcoming to me, a rookie who’d never been in a writers’ room before. We were able to define the characters as we went, the fiction coming alive a little more each day. I got to write my first-ever hour of TV and it was a haunting, magical experience and I wouldn’t change a thing about it…even the fact that I was 3,000 miles away from my wife and children for four months. Living the dream made it worth it.
When the second season rolled around, there were lots of changes on the staff, from the top down. New boss, new rules, new faces…and mine wasn’t one of them. This sort of sweeping change isn’t a television anomaly, or so I’ve been told. I’ve also been told that my not returning had, in no way, anything to do with the quality of my work. There is a line between the truth and the things you’d like to believe are the truth, but I’m in no rush to locate that line.
But the second season of Alphas premieres on Monday. And I’m not sure if I’m going to watch it. It’s like a girlfriend that you loved, loved, who broke up with you…and is now getting married. You want to be happy for her, you want her to do well and be loved…but you believe to your core that you could’ve loved her better.
It’s not that you want her to fail, you just don’t want to know.
By all means, though, you should watch. Science fiction is a rarity on television these days, and if you want more of it, you have to support it. And one of the things I admired most about Alphas was the vast story potential it held. I have a fondness for those characters and those actors that’ll never fade.
You never forget your first time.