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Alien contamination and redacted
Nov. 21st, 2023 02:12 pmHurrah, new Murderbot! Yes, I did preorder Martha Wells’ System Collapse as an early birthday present for myself and I did finish it within two days.
This one picks up after the events of Network Effect, and we’re still on the alien-contaminated planet, “we” in this case being Murderbot, ART, some Preservation folks, and some of ART’s crew. The task at hand is to try to wrangle the various disputing factions of colonists, who have been cut off from the rest of Corporation Rim “civilization” for four decades, and convince/help them not be sold into slave labor by the Barish-Estranza Corporation, which is trying to claim the planet as salvage. The plot thickens when the colonists reveal the existence of another faction of colonists who headed out to establish a second base near the terraforming engines halfway across the planet a few decades ago. Murderbot and co. must venture into the comms blackout zone where the terraforming engines are to try to make contact with this other group of colonists–and hope Barish-Estranza hasn’t gotten there first.
That’s the plot, more or less. Now, what the book is about, is Murderbot having PTSD, mostly.
In typical Murderbot fashion, it spends like the first third or so of the book redacting any discussion of its worst symptoms, until it really can’t avoid it anymore. This provides some fun structure even though it’s reasonably easy to see where it’s going.
The prose style is rambling and parenthetical even by Murderbot standards, which is saved from feeling like poor editing by instead being an absolutely dead-on portrayal of what obsessive, unhelpful rumination looks like when your emotional problems are interfering with your executive function, or if you’re a security cyborg, your performance reliability. Murderbot keeps its crown of Most Hashtag-Relatable Robot In Sci-Fi by outsourcing most of its self-awareness about its emotions to its therapist (“Dr. Bharadwaj says…”) and grumbling about how it knows it needs the trauma protocol, it just doesn’t want it and will totally do it later, OK? (Hey, Murderbot, remember how much you hated it when Dr. Mensah was doing the same thing a few books back?) This is saved from devolving into pretentious didacticism the same way it usually is–lots of arguing with robots, ridiculous gunfights, trying to understand humans enough to outwit them and then usually shooting them anyway, and goofy fake TV shows. (I still want to know what show Cruel Romance Personage is making fun of. I’m guessing Crazy Ex-Girlfriend?) Anyway, I enjoy these books immensely, they are my favorite comfort read.
This one picks up after the events of Network Effect, and we’re still on the alien-contaminated planet, “we” in this case being Murderbot, ART, some Preservation folks, and some of ART’s crew. The task at hand is to try to wrangle the various disputing factions of colonists, who have been cut off from the rest of Corporation Rim “civilization” for four decades, and convince/help them not be sold into slave labor by the Barish-Estranza Corporation, which is trying to claim the planet as salvage. The plot thickens when the colonists reveal the existence of another faction of colonists who headed out to establish a second base near the terraforming engines halfway across the planet a few decades ago. Murderbot and co. must venture into the comms blackout zone where the terraforming engines are to try to make contact with this other group of colonists–and hope Barish-Estranza hasn’t gotten there first.
That’s the plot, more or less. Now, what the book is about, is Murderbot having PTSD, mostly.
In typical Murderbot fashion, it spends like the first third or so of the book redacting any discussion of its worst symptoms, until it really can’t avoid it anymore. This provides some fun structure even though it’s reasonably easy to see where it’s going.
The prose style is rambling and parenthetical even by Murderbot standards, which is saved from feeling like poor editing by instead being an absolutely dead-on portrayal of what obsessive, unhelpful rumination looks like when your emotional problems are interfering with your executive function, or if you’re a security cyborg, your performance reliability. Murderbot keeps its crown of Most Hashtag-Relatable Robot In Sci-Fi by outsourcing most of its self-awareness about its emotions to its therapist (“Dr. Bharadwaj says…”) and grumbling about how it knows it needs the trauma protocol, it just doesn’t want it and will totally do it later, OK? (Hey, Murderbot, remember how much you hated it when Dr. Mensah was doing the same thing a few books back?) This is saved from devolving into pretentious didacticism the same way it usually is–lots of arguing with robots, ridiculous gunfights, trying to understand humans enough to outwit them and then usually shooting them anyway, and goofy fake TV shows. (I still want to know what show Cruel Romance Personage is making fun of. I’m guessing Crazy Ex-Girlfriend?) Anyway, I enjoy these books immensely, they are my favorite comfort read.