It spoke to him! Can you fade that? A subatomic particle that tells you, Yeah! You found me! You know? Yeah , I know, John. This is music to my ears, man.
This totally makes sense. One final gem of wisdom. Nor unfriendly. However, we do not wish to make these distinctions with the American public. Other SF writers have come up against the task Sterling faces here, how to depict people after technology has made them into superhumans; I would say that no other writer has ever succeeded so well.
In person and in his journalistic writing, Sterling is loud and Texan, but in his novels he is the most thoughtful and civilized of men. In Holy Fire he transforms himself into this wide-eyed rejuvenated old lady and takes us on a tour of marvels, a wanderjahr in Europe in search of the holy fire of artistic creativity. She arrived at the airport. The black tarmac was full of glowing airplanes. They had a lovely way of flexing their wings and simply jumping into the chill night air when they wanted to take off. You could see people moving inside the airplanes because the hulls were gossamer.
Some people had clicked on their reading lights but a lot of the people onboard were just slouching back into their beanbags and enjoying the night sky through the fuselage. When science fiction performs so clear and attractive a feat of envisioning the future, its like a blueprint that you feel like working to instantiate. You start messing with archetypal forms and this sort of thing turns up just like clockwork. Science fiction sometimes gets humorous effects by extrapolating present-day things into heady overkill.
The bartender was studying an instruction screen and repairing a minor valve on an enormously ramified tincture set. The tincture set stretched the length of the mahogany bar, weighed four or five tons, and looked as if its refinery products could demolish a city block. The obverse of this technique is to have future people look back on our current ways of doing things.
The instruments were made of wood and animal organs.
In virtuality at least you get to interact! Even with television you at least have to use visual processing centers and parse real dialogue with your ears! Really, reading is so bad for you, it destroys your eyes and hurts your posture and makes you fat.
Like all the cyberpunks, Sterling loves to write. He can become contagiously intoxicated with the sheer joy of fabulous description, as in this limning of a cyberspace landscape:. Sterling is an energetic tinkerer, and he drops in nice little touches everywhere. A giant crab came picking its way along the ceiling of the train car.
It was made of bone and chitin and peacock feathers and gut and piano wire. It had ten very long multijointed legs and little rubber-ball feet on hooked steel ankles. The wonder of science fiction is that, with a bit of care, you can paste together just about anything and it will walk and talk and make you smile.
It was like smart clay. It reacted to her touch with unmistakable enthusiasm…indescribably active, like a poem becoming a jigsaw. The stuff was boiling over with machine intelligence. Somehow more alive than flesh; it grew beneath her questing fingers like a Bach sonata.
Matter made virtual. Real dreams. So, okay, those were the three new cyberpunk novels of What are some of the things they have in common other than the use of cyberspace? One of the main cyberpunk themes is the fusion of humans and machines, and you can certainly find that here.
In Idoru a man wants to marry a computer program, in Holy Fire machine-medicine essentially gives people new bodies. There is less of the machine in Silicon Embrace , though there is that remote-controlled guy with the chip in his head. Cyberpunk usually takes a close look at the media; this is an SF tradition that goes pack to Frederic Pohl and Norman Spinrad. Holy Fire goes pretty light on the media, but in Idoru , the main villain is the media as exemplified by an outfit called Slitscan.
Tall and lean and smiling from a crystallized inner confidence…she seemed to…stare at the president from within his Personal Space: a rudeness, a solecism become a political statement. In terms of political outlook, Silicon Embrace is explicitly radical, Idoru is apolitical, and Holy Fire is—well—Republican? Above and beyond the themes and attitudes, the single common thing about these three books is style.
All are hip, all are funny, all are written by real people about the real world around us. The great concrete apron was broken up by a widely spaced grid of drainage ditches, and the spaceport buildings were dark. It occurred to Willy that he was very hungry.
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There was a roar and blaze in the sky above. The Selena was coming down. Close, too close. They sprinted a quarter mile in under twenty seconds and threw themselves into the coolness of the ditch, lowering down into the funky brackish water.
A hot wind of noise blasted loud and louder; then all was still. There was a fusillade of gun-shots and needler blasts, and then the mob surged towards the Selena , blazing away at the ship as they advanced. The Selena shifted uneasily on her hydraulic tripod legs. I tell you, the flesher rabble attacks the Selena at their own peril.
Although the imipolex is highly flammable, it has a low-grade default intelligence and will not hesitate to punish those who would harm it. When the first people tried to climb aboard the Selena , the ship unexpectedly rose up on her telescoping tripod legs and lumbered away.
As the ship slowly lurched along, great gouts of imipolex streamed out of hatches in her bottom.
The Selena looked like a defecating animal, like a threatened ungainly beast voiding its bowels in flight—like a frightened penguin leaving a splatter trail of krilly shit. Of course someone in the mob quickly figured out that the you could burn the imipolex shit slugs, and a lot of the slugs started going up in crazy flames and oily, unbelievably foul-smelling smoke. The smoke had a strange, disorienting effect; as soon as Willy caught a whiff of it, his ears started buzzing and the objects around him took on a jellied, peyote solidity.
Now the burning slugs turned on their tormentors, engulfing them like psychedelic kamikaze napalm. There was great screaming from the victims, screams that were weirdly, hideously ecstatic.
Willy and Ulam split the scene as well. I particularly like the idea that I get to be Burroughs. Write like yourself. Exaggerate it. Write more like yourself. You are correct. Write more. Only you have the secret. Tell every detail in the readiest tongue.
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