The People vs Tech

249 pages

Democracy must bring big tech to heel, adapt itself to thrive despite big tech, or perish. Born of different times, with different expectations, they cannot coexist in their present date: the latter will surely destroy the other. In The People vs Tech, Jame Barlett examines six aspects of a healthy democracy that big tech is already challenging, or will in the future. These include independent-minded citizens, a shared culture based on a common reality, free elections, an economy allowing for participation and good-enough equality, and trustworthy authority. There is considerable food for thought here, and it’s presented in admirably nonpartisan fashion, so that even if a reader disagrees with Barlett, his view is approachable and understandable.

Much is discussed in his chapters on these six pillars. We begin with how tech nudges us into compulsive behavior, chilling or warping our thinking, and aiding and abetting in our self-infantalization by doing mental work for us. You don’t want to read a pdf? Bing has a helpful new AI companion which will reduce it to a few bullet points to memorize and forget. Were there sudden flashes of insight you might have gotten in reading the article and unexpectedly drawing connections to your own experiences or other reading? Oh, well, that’s life. We move on to how through our own choices and the recommendation engines, users of platforms like YouTube and Facebook sink into narrower and narrower worldviews, losing common frames of reference with citizens beyond their in-group. We see, too, how the hurricane of stimulation that sweeps over us online, the constant demands to Respond! Now! undermines our ability to think deliberately. How can we understand someone else’s worldview when our own has not been developed purposefully, but is instead a pile of reactions? Similarly, the data profiling of consumers which allows micro-targeted ads can be uses to sell politicians based on a single issue instead of people voting on a broad, cohesive platform. We then move into what big tech might do to society at large, if automation creates hyper-inequality and leaves most of the population with no meaningful way to contribute economically, and by moving every bit of civil society onto its platforms. Finally, Barlett examines the potential perils of cryptography: if the main reason people tolerate the state’s incursion to their rights (its taxes, its self-asserted monopoly on violence, its prisons) is security, and cryptography undermines the state’s ability to find and police bad actors, what then?

As someone whose young adult mind was formed by tech critics like Neil Postman and Nicholas Carr, I can’t offer any serious arguments against Barlett here, on the whole. Much of what he says has already been on my radar, although the last two chapters were new to consider, and the latter was particularly thought-provoking given my conflicted sympathies. There was much in here I appreciated being reminded of, of lessons updated for the current day — what we give away in agency and maturity when we rely on machines to do more of not merely our manual labor, but our mental work as well. I’m not convinced that automation will lead to the extreme inequality he predicts, though I can appreciate why he sees that coming. His example of Silicon Valley as a hyper-equal community was off, though: homelessness abounds in southern California not because Google and Facebook’s execs are distorting the labor market, but because the mild climate attracts those in need, and the local governments are generous — to a fault, both in what they give and what they tolerate, behavior wise. One limitation of the book is that Barlett doesn’t offer much in the way of solutions, though these are big problems and the nature of them precludes easy answers. How do you put the crypto-graphical cat back in the bag?

Related:
The Dark Net, Jame Bartlett. On the darker parts of humanity released by the internet, especially the parts hidden from public view.
Player Piano, Kurt Vonnegut. In an automated future, the only people with anything to do are those who manage the machine.
Them: Why We Hate Each Other, Ben Sasse. Chapter on “anti-tribes” is especially relevantt to one of Barlett’s points.

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Chaos Machine Highlights

A few minutes ago I posted a review for The Chaos Machine: How Social Media Rewired Our Minds. Below are selected highlights from it.

The thought process that went into building these applications,” Parker told the media conference, “was all about, ‘How do we consume as much of your time and conscious attention as possible?’” To do that, he said, “We need to sort of give you a little dopamine hit every once in a while, because someone liked or commented on a photo or a post or whatever. And that’s going to get you to contribute more content, and that’s going to get you more likes and comments.” He termed this the “social-validation feedback loop,” calling it “exactly the kind of thing that a hacker like myself would come up with, because you’re exploiting a vulnerability in human psychology.” He and Zuckerberg “understood this” from the beginning, he said, and “we did it anyway.”

That digital amplification [of the Newsfeed introduction] had tricked Facebook’s users, and even its leadership, into misperceiving the platform’s loudest voices as representing everyone, growing a flicker of anger into a wildfire. But, crucially, it had also done something else: driven engagement up. Way up. In an industry where user engagement is the primary metric of success, and in a company eager to prove that turning down Yahoo’s billion-dollar overture had been more than hubris, the news feed’s distortions were not just tolerated, they were embraced.

“There’s this conspiracy-correlation effect,” DiResta said, “in which the platform recognizes that somebody who’s interested in conspiracy A is typically likely to be interested in conspiracy B, and pops it up to them.” Facebook’s groups era promoted something more specific than passive consumption of conspiracies. Simply reading about contrails or lab-made viruses might fill twenty minutes. But joining a community organized around fighting back could become a daily ritual for months or years. Each time a user succumbed, they trained the system to nudge others to do the same. “If they bite,” DiResta said, “then they’ve reinforced that learning. Then the algorithm will take that reinforcement and increase the weighting.”

And he’d joined Facebook to change minds, not to fight. He was getting into animal-rights activism, he said, and thought “it seemed like an interesting platform to be able to spread messages and persuade people.” But often he ended up expressing outrage at them instead. He was behaving in ways, he came to see, that had little chance of advancing the cause and, however fun in the moment, made him feel like a jerk afterward.

She had allowed the platforms to bring out in her the very behavior she otherwise loathed, she said. “And I just don’t see how any of this […] gets any less toxic without more of us realizing that, in our worst moments, we can be that bad guy.”

Online public shaming tended to be “over-determined,” she argued, poorly calibrated to the scale of the crime, and “of little or questionable accuracy in who and what it punishes.”

“I’m telling you, these platforms are not designed for thoughtful conversation,” Wu said. “Twitter, and Facebook, and social media platforms are designed for: ‘We’re right. They’re wrong. Let’s put this person down really fast and really hard.’ And it just amplifies every division we have.”

This thinking was widespread. Goodrow, the YouTube algorithm chief, had written, “When users spend more of their valuable time watching YouTube videos, they must perforce be happier with those videos.” It was a strange assumption. People routinely act against their self-interests. We drink or eat to excess, use dangerous drugs, procrastinate, indulge temptations of narcissism or hate. We lose our tempers, our self-control, our moral footing. Whole worlds of expertise organize around the understanding that our impulses can overpower us, usually to our detriment.

“If your job is to get that number up, at some point you run out of good, purely positive ways,” a former Facebook operations manager has said. “You start thinking about ‘Well, what are the dark patterns that I can use to get people to log back in?’”

The data revealed, as much as any foreign plot, the ways that the Valley’s products had amplified the reach, and exacerbated the impact, of malign influence. (She later termed this “ampliganda,” a sort of propaganda whose power comes from its propagation by masses of often unwitting people.)

The more her team parsed the gigs of data provided by the platforms, she said, the surer she became “that it didn’t matter so much whether it was Russia or anti-vaxxers or terrorists. That was just the dynamic that was taking shape as a result of this system.” For months, there had been signs of a great convergence on what had once been called “the Russia playbook” but increasingly looked like users and groups simply following the incentives and affordances of social media. The line had blurred, maybe for good, between groups that strategically pushed Russian-style disinformation and users who gave rise to it organically. Propagandists had become unnecessary; the system, DiResta feared, did the real work.

The ruthless specificity of YouTube’s selections was almost as disturbing as the content itself, suggesting that its systems could correctly identify a video of a partially nude child and determine that this characteristic was the video’s appeal. Showing a series of them immediately after sexually explicit material made clear that the algorithm treated the unwitting children as sexual content. The extraordinary view counts, sometimes in the millions, indicated that this was no quirk of personalization. The system had found, maybe constructed, an audience for the videos. And it was working to keep that audience engaged.

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How Social Media Rewired Our Minds

She had allowed the platforms to bring out in her the very behavior she otherwise loathed, she said. “And I just don’t see how any of this […] gets any less toxic without more of us realizing that, in our worst moments, we can be that bad guy.”

One of my core beliefs is that we live in a world which we made for ourselves, and yet which is not fit for ourselves. Our eyes expect to see what they do not see, our arms reach for which they cannot find to grasp, and our brains writhe under the stimulation of the unexpected and the starvation of the desperately needed. Just as industrial food products mesmerize our brains by adding the right chemicals to tickle our synapses and hit us with dopamine, so to does social media — but to the pleasure of connection, it adds the insidious pleasure in being vengefully and righteously indignant. The Chaos Machine is an interesting analysis of the different ways social media plays on our minds, and a sometimes sloppy history of that manipulation’s effects on societies across the globe — though largely focused on the United States. It ranges from chilling to insulting, and will nevertheless be one of this year’s more memorable reads.

Chaos Machine opens with a mother trying to find out more information on a vaccine discovering that facebook was rife with groups discussing nothing but the evils of the same, and it pushed her into ever more of them as she explored with morbid and astonished curiosity. Not a naif, she realized straightaway that she’d unwittingly stepped into some kind of engagement treadmill. From here, Fisher switches into how that engagement treadmill was built, beginning with a history of Silicon Valley but quickly shifting into the neurological factors at play, which we encounter as the history develops.The great strength of the book is that assessment — beginning with how a website or app is assigned to trigger dopamine from likes, addicting us like casino junkies. More critical, though is that this is social media: humans, as social animals, are highly tuned to pay attention to how we are regarded by the communities we are in, with an inner sociometer that tries to assay our standing. Mechanisms like the “like” button engage it directly, which is why we feel rewarded or crushed when a status update or a photo doesn’t receive the attention we believe it merits. Our attention to social feedback also makes it possible for us to work one another into outrages, in which our behavior becomes more antagonistic toward The Other — especially if we believe our group or its values are being attacked. Even more cruelly: while contact theory used to hold that people from different groups could moderate their opinions if they were exposed to others, it turns out there are specific contexts required for that to happen — like neutral territory and a shared task. If people from disparate groups are shoved together on the same platform, then what happens is not United Nations dialogue, but the rancor of soccer fans and the online hooliganism that follows. Basic psychological tools that our natural history has given us for self-domestication, like shaming and reprisal, are allowed to bloom cancerously large on social media platforms, their natural checks absent altogether. Still worse is that the platforms have a huge interest in maintaining this kind of engagement, because user engagement means ad revenue — and at this point, Google and Facebook’s engineers aren’t even doing the driving. Their algorithmic engines were trained to increase user engagement, and if that means sending people into Q-anon groups or offering them playlists of children in bathing suits, so be it.

The Chaos Machine is brilliant when analyzing how social media hijacks our brain, using our primordial instincts to maximize User Engagement at the price of weaponizing those platforms, polarizing users, allowing misinformation to profligate, and providing a silky-smoothy highway to mass violence. Although no book is truly free of bias, Chaos Machine‘s own grows steadily more pronounced as the book develops, however, with outright falsehoods written into the narrative — asserting that Candace Owens promote violence, for instance, and claiming that Jordan Peterson instructs young men into blaming their problems on others. Anyone who has watched Peterson will quickly realize what a lie that is, given that he attacks the blame-game attitude and encourages men to find meaning through responsibility to others. There are token efforts at being equal-opportunity earlier in the book. Take, for instance, when Fisher shares the case of a black college student who claimed a guard was racist for asking her to leave an empty lunchroom — not only did video evidence show that the security guard (called by the janitor, per policy) was perfectly polite and explained to her that this particular lunchroom was reserved for children, but she named the wrong man as the janitor in question. The man was harassed and suspended for her attention-seeking shenanigans, and yet the ACLU still hosts her vainglorious harrumph-harrumph article without mentioning the author’s willful misinterpretation of the events. By the midpoint, though, Fisher drifts into full partisanship with the aforementioned inaccuracies. It’s a pity he couldn’t stay more in the middle: realizing how poisonous social media is is vital for everyone, not just those who care about it because they think it and it alone led to the Dreaded Orange Man’s winning the elections. All this would matter regardless of one’s own politics, both the personal addiction and the effects on societies at large. Personally, I stopped using twitter at the beginning of this year and de-politicized my reddit feed because I realized how routinely angry and edgy it made me.

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October 2023 in Review

October was a fun month! The highlight was reading some classic SF of the 1970s and 1980s, particularly True Names, Shockwave Rider, and Neuromancer. I was also able to revisit some favorite contemporary authors — Scalzi, Doctorow, and Suarez. I can see doing a big SF focus on an annual basis, though perhaps more in September than in October. Horror and German history need their space, after all.

Mount Doom:
Metatropolis, ed. John Scalzi
Discarded: Food of the Gods, H.G. Wells. I read this for a bit and decided to let it go. It’s on Gutenberg, so I can try it again later.

Science Fiction Sweep:
The Dispatcher & Murder by Other Means, John Scalzi. Read by Zachary Quinto
The Shockwave Rider, John Brunner
Millennium, John Varley
True Names and the Opening of the Cyberspace Frontier, Vernor Vinge.
The Heinlein Interview (and other Heinleiniana), J. Neil Schulman
Astounding: John W. Campbell, Isaac Asimov, Robert A. Heinlein, L. Ron Hubbard, and the Golden Age of Science Fiction, Alec Nevala-Lee
ST TOS: In Harm’s Way, David Mack
ST TOS: A Child of Two Worlds, Greg Cox
Neuromancer, William Gibson
Metatropolis, ed. John Scalzi
Influx, Daniel Suarez

Classics Club:
The Shockwave Rider, John Brunner
Neuromancer, William Gibson

Coming up in November:
I’m aiming for a TBR broadside, since I have two titles already halfway finished. I also recently realized that (as I’m going to grad school) I have access to some TBR titles via the uni library, either physical or electronic, so I may go after a few that I still want to read, but whose physical presence I no longer wish to coexist with. Expecting science to have a strong presence.

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Ten Year Book Tag (2023 Edition)

Cyberkitten and Marian recently posted a “Ten Year Book Tag”, which I missed because my weekend consisted of horror movies and a six-hour karaoke party . This should be fun, because 2013 was a banner year here at Reading Freely, with book after book on various topics that drastically altered my thinking.

What was your favorite book read in 2013?
Okay, foul. Foul, foul, foul. Look at this list. Do you see how many bolded titles there are on it? Bolded titles are my rare five-star absolutely loved it, best of the best reads. 2013 was the year Jane Jacobs upended my worldview, the year I encountered counterculture conservatives*, the year I discovered Wendell Berry and E.F. Schumacher — the latter of which whose mention of the Catholic social doctrine of distributism would lead to my love affair with Catholic culture. Believe me, as an ex-Pentecostal who spent years as an agnostic/atheist, I never saw that coming. I suppose since I frequently refer to Jayber Crow as my favorite novel, I’ll name it here.

What is your favorite book of 2023 (so far)
Adventures with Ed, biography/memoir of a friendship with Ed Abbey.

What was your least favourite book in 2013?
Hmm…I’m usually very picky about what I read, believe it or not, so it’s rare that I read a stinker. Harry Turtledove is on the list, though, so I’ll say his Things Fall Apart. It was part of his Supervolcano series, which was so lazy that it inspired me to give up on Turtledove altogether despite reading a lot of his stuff in the early years of the blog.

What is a book published in 2013 that you still want to read?
I had to google for nonfiction published in 2013, and there are several on this list by the Post that are on my interest list. The End of Power is actually in my TBR pile, though.

What is the book published (to be published) in 2023 you want to get before 2024?
Eh, none really. My priority is the TBR. There are several titles this list I plan on reading, especially The Six (about the first six female American astronauts), and Tom Holland’s new book on Rome, but TBR takes priority.

What is a genre you used to read a lot of that you don’t read as much of anymore?
Hmm….that’s hard to say. My religious-spiritual reading was more varied ten years ago, though, because from 2007-2012, roughly, I was reading about all kinds of religions and philosophies to understand man’s search for meaning — to learn what different religions and philosophies had in common, and what they didn’t to find out what they said about human nature and the cosmos and how to live in it. I was still informing and forming my own worldview. These days my religious reading is almost wholly Christian, and usually from Catholic or Orthodox sources, though there’s a lot of other philosophy that feeds into how I understand the world and pursue goodness within it.

What is a new genre you’ve discovered since 2013?
That’s a difficult question. In 2013, I think I’d still say “Oh, I’m not really a SF fan, I just like Star Trek and Isaac Asimov”, but ten years later with SF consistently the runner-up fiction genre, I can’t say that. I’m also a little more prone to reading fantasy than I was ten years ago, when I’d only read the Harry Potter series and started on LOTR.

What is a reading or book habit you are hoping to leave behind in this decade? 
Not reviewing books. I’m done pretty good this year, but last year I was terrible at forgetting to post reviews.

What is a new reading goal or habit you want to create in the upcoming decade?
Mm….reading books faster than I buy them.

[*] Reading that review of Crunchy Cons is fascinating and funny now, in part because Dreher is one of the few authors whose books I will willingly buy new-on-release, and whose substack was the first I ever did a paid subscription for. Reading it opens a fascinating window into a me-in-transition, to someone whose humanism was shifting from “ethics without religion” to one that was broader, more historically rooted, and deeply concerned with human flourishing and a meaningful life — which, as I believe completely now and was strongly suspecting then, involves active resistance to becoming a simple consumer-creature.

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Influx

Jon Grady is ecstatic. Tonight he has ushered in a new era in human civilization. He’s created antigravity. A thousand years from now, schoolchildren will recite his name alongside Newton and Einstein. Or….they would, if a strike team from a secret government organization weren’t standing by to disappear him. The Bureau of Technology Control monitors scientists and technical innovators with the potential to realize ideas or create tech that might be catastrophically disruptive, and then…sequesters them. Oh, the ideas aren’t squished — just controlled. Limited to the BTC itself, which uses its clones, holograms, and fusion generators to maintain its ability to seek out and contain innovation. Scientists who agree to work for the BTC can still see their technology realized, even developed further, but not allowed to escape into society at large. Grady is horrified to learn of an unelected group trying to manage humanity, even as they show him models that predict catastrophes for this-or-that tech being released. Refusing to work for them, he is instead shoved into a nightmarish prison, turned into a test subject to create the next generation AI — but even here, in a cell without doors, there is resistance. Influx is a SF thriller with horror aspects and an ending worthy of a Marvel movie — as captivating as all of Suarez’ work, though diminished by an antagonist who’s rather overtly villainous.

I wasn’t reading this immediately before Halloween on purpose, but that certainly proved appropriate. We open in excitement turned to terror, then lulled into wonder and ease as we learn of the insular world of the BTC. When they realize that Grady isn’t someone who will go along with them, even though he tries to fake agreement (only to be exposed by their tech), it quickly turns to truly disturbing horror on both body and psychological levels. If Top Ten Tuesday ever does a “Top Ten Characters Who Will Require Deep Psychological Care Post-Plot”, Grady will be at the top of mine. Although the horror section begins innocently enough, when Grady resists further…yikes. Imagine being alone, with nothing but an inquisitive AI for company, one that won’t hesitate to stimulate your nervous system into thinking it’s on fire, and which will delete the memories that you might otherwise focus on for comfort and sanity — and imagine further that this AI periodically arrests you with tentacles and forces a tube down your throat to provide sustenance and extraction. Yeah. Fortunately, there is a resistance, and before too long we’re in action-thriller territory again.

Influx succeeds at creating an emotionally powerful novel with a fascinating premise, one that explains why cold fusion always seems to be just around the corner. It’s very cinematic, especially in its ending and the extreme polarity of its characters — with Grady as utterly heroic, and the BTC honcho as absolute evil. There’s some level of more greyness, especially because BTC is very compartmentalized so that most of the organization doesn’t know what most of the organization is doing, allowing for the head to get up to seriously evil misdeeds — as do the AIs that BTC uses. What makes this novel really interesting, though, is the sheer level of scientific topics discussed. Physics, genomics, machine learning, and especially cognition come into play. These more than made up for my occasional grouses, like the comically evil antagonist.

Highlights:

“I told you. Would you please stop pointing that gun at me?”
She didn’t lower it. “You just told me you’re dead. I’m not in the mood
for crazy today.”

She collapsed in a leather chair. “We need to inform the president.”
“No. We don’t.”
“He’s going to notice that parts of Detroit are missing.”

“I’ve always been your friend, Alexa. Now go. I will try to kill you as
unsuccessfully as I can.”

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Terrifying Tuesday Teases

Mr. Bensington proposed originally to try this stuff, so soon as he was
really able to prepare it, upon tadpoles. One always does try this sort of
thing upon tadpoles to begin with; this being what tadpoles are for.

The Food of the Gods, H.G. Wells

“If you’re a specialized intellect, what’s your specialization?”
“You. I was created to study you.”
That did not sound good.
“What do I call you?”
“Call me Jon.”
“I’m not calling you Jon. Jon is my name.”
“It’s our name.”

Influx, Daniel Suarez

The endpoint of a three-century struggle for ‘progress’, understood as individual separateness, has culminated in a political effort to eliminate all meaningful sex differences through technology. Though conceived of as an idealistic project, in practice this largely serves corporate interests. And it dresses in feminist garb a commercially driven effort to deregulate all of human nature, which will enslave our minds in digital fantasies even as it monetises our bodies via biotech.

Feminism against Progress, Mary Harrington

In Nicholson’s hands, the dead shimmered with life. You could taste their cornbread.

The Dead Beat: Lost Souls, Lucky Stiffs, and the Perverse Pleasures of Obituaries
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Metatropolis

© 2013
288 pages

Metatropolis collects five short stories from a “shared future”, all in or about the future of the city. That vision is not one of growth, however, but of retraction and collapse. Expect nothing like the Sprawl here. I was drawn to this collection for both the urban connection (cities are technological revolution made visible, and casting a long shadow)and for the editor and contributor, John Scalzi. Initially, I shelved the book after realizing it wasn’t about smart cities (dystopian or otherwise), but decided to give the premise a shot. The shared future is not quite post-apocalyptic, but factors like climate change and peak oil have essentially turned America into a failed state: local forces like cities and gangs have far more presence and power than the essentially nonexistence threat of DC. The collaborative nature of the project is visible not only in its shared histroy, but in the common themes, like the central place of ecological management, and the potential that tech has to create more distributed rather than command/hierarchical activity. Strong collection on the whole, with some weak spots.

In “In the Forests of the Night”, we encounter an anarchist ecovillage/green city built in the lava tubes of Cascadia, which has drawn the attention of two very different personalities: a female special agent in the employ of we-don’t-know-who, and a mysterious but very charismatic man who simply calls himself Tyger. There are other eco-villages out there, but they’re falling under attack by (insert villain sting) Capital. This piece introduces us to the future these stories are all set in, one in which the United States proper has more or less fallen apart, both due to climate change and the fact that the corporations it charted have more power. I was very interested in the eco-village, but the author focuses more on the interplay between three characters (Tyger, the female agent targeting the town, and the town’s security chief). I liked the premise and the fascinating setting, but the mystery of Tyger is never explained, nor does the plot make sense.

“Schotastic City” shifts us inland, to a dying Detroit where a bouncer is introduced to an opportunity for odd jobs by his barkeeping friend, and unwittingly drawn into into a revolutionary movement. This story explores distributed political activity and green urbanism. Haunting are the scenes set in The Wilds, suburbs now being reclaimed by nature, having been abandoned by all but the most desperate given their distance from economy activity. “The Red in the Air is Our Blood” follows this, and is oddly similar, being set in Detroit and following a character who becomes part of an eco-oriented intentional community. It’s rather short. Both of these stories demonstrate that society is in a stage of decay and reclamation: a new world has not been created, the old world is not entirely dead, but those who have lived in both are actively trying to create the one by scavenging the other.

“Utere Nihil Non Extra Quiritationem Suis”, by editor John Scalzi,follows a young slacker whose lazy approach to school sees him assigned a job as a waste technician at a pig farm in New St. Louis. This is by far the easiest story to get into, in part because it’s a straightforward tale — though it helps that we’ve already gotten used to the idea of these cities as closed communities. The nature of the closure is not merely for security, but as we see here is also useful for ecological management: the pig farm is arranged so that no energy is waited, for instance. That creates tension and drives the story, because people living outside of New St. Louis want the resources and systems that created its prosperity — and while there are some in the city who would be willing to share, allowing tech (including genetically modified animals) to filter out without discipline would be disastrous.

“To Hie from Far Celenia” is the most unusual of the lot, as it features a virtual-reality overlay ‘game’ in which people navigating meatspace can “see” instead that world in the form of a techno-fantasy RPG, where people can assume different identies and real-world tasks appear in the form of quests and the like.In this story, the law is investigating the possibility that the game is being used for a criminal, terroristic reason as well. This was interesting to a degree but got increasingly more abstract.

Related:
Amazon’s “Warmer” collection, which I largely disliked (save for a couple of stories) but is also environmental-SF.
Daniel Suarez’s Daemon and Freedom(tm), especially relevant to the last story.
Jim Kunstler’s “World Made by Hand” series, in which peak oil has led to collapse of the industrial-technological order, but is set far enough from that collapse that some stable communities have already formed.

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Neuromancer

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation…A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding

Neuromancer is a rare book — bewildering, beautiful, horrifying, disorienting. It’s the story of Case, a ruined hacker who is approached by a woman with a job offer. In the recent past, he made the mistake of stealing from the people he was meant to be stealing for, and as a penalty they destroyed his ability to jack into cyberspace, the realm in which he and everyone lives and moves and has their being: he’s stuck in meatspace, without the ability to work, and far worse….derpived of the stimulation, the rush, he gets from jacking in. But this woman’s boss says he can give that back to Case — for a job.The job begins as a simple case of theft, but grows into an adventure with the highest of stakes.

Without dipping too much into the plot, there are strings upon strings being pulled for the benefit of an artificial intelligence, which a megacorporation has created. Although this is a world where light and flesh, machine and bone, mind and code intermingle in ways both horrifying and mesmerizing (like the flash of an atom bomb, brilliant but broadcasting death), there are still some rules. You can have robotic organs, lab-grown muscles, customized faces, even experience the world through your girlfriend’s eyes– but artificial intelligence is right out. It seems AI is one demon that this world doesn’t want to let out of the bottle, one gollum it intends to keep dismantled.

What makes Neuromancer such an interesting read, though, is less its story and more its world and the way it’s presented to the reader. Cyberspace and the virtual are always present — in every line, every page. As with The Shockwave Rider, I’m both at a loss as to how Gibson managed to imagine the digital world so readily, especially when his knowledge of computers was fairly minimal: I read recently in Astounding that when Gibson brought a computer back to a shop complaining of nose, he was informed that it was merely the device’s fan. Gibson was surprised that a computer would need something so pedestrian. I’m also envious of people who read this book before the 1990s jacked us all in. The interlace between the real and the virtual allows for frequent and dramatic scene switches: Case might be talking to one set of people in meatspace, an entirely new set when he’s jacked in, and it’s so easy to toggle in and out that the reader is in for a wild ride. The writing itself is marvelously immersive, somehow making the reader experience the overstimulation and mixed ugliness and beauty of this world. It’s bewildering, confusing, but a wild ride the reader doesn’t quite want to get off of.

Definitely reading more Gibson!

Quotes:

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.’

We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.

“Autonomy, that’s the bugaboo, where your Al’s are concerned. My guess, Case, you’re going in there to cut the hard-wired shackles that keep this baby from getting any smarter. And I can’t see how you’d distinguish, say, between a move the parent company makes, and some move the Al makes on its own, so that’s maybe where the confusion comes in.” Again the nonlaugh. “See, those things, they can work real hard, buy themselves time to write cookbooks or whatever, but the minute, I mean the nanosecond, that one starts figuring out ways to make itself smarter, Turing’ll wipe it. Nobody trusts
those ——, you know that. Every Al ever built has an electro-magnetic shotgun wired to its forehead.”

For thousands of years men dreamed of pacts with demons. Only now are such things
possible. And what would you be paid with? What would your price be, for aiding this thing to free itself and grow?

The lengths you will go to in order to accomplish your own destruction.

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Reads to Reels: The Island of Lost Souls

Tonight a friend of mine and I watched The Island of Lost Souls, a 1932 adaptation of H.G. Wells’ The Island of Dr. Moreau. The island references Wells in the credits, and largely follows its plot although a shift in the setting (from 1896 to 1932) creates an opportunity for the plot to be wrapped up much more tidily — which it does, making for an easier and happier, but less philosophically interesting, story. Despite being nearly a century old, its costume effects and sound design make it a chilling and effective horror film.

Because the film is set the present day (1932), the Prendick character is allowed to fire off a wireless telegram to his fiance after being initially rescued, which raises questions when his rescue ship arrives in port sans rescuee — and leads to a ship being dispatched to investigate after the captain reveals he threw the man he rescued off at an uncharted island. On the island, the plot proceeds mostly as it does in the book, with one significant departure: Moreau (who is sometimes called Morrow, depending on the character) has successfully created a Woman creature, and he wants to test her out on the Prendick character. Prendick and the woman’s attraction to one another gives Prendick’s rebellion against his captor-host another dimension, though once his fiance arrives she’s conveniently left to fall victim to Plot Happenings.

Whereas in the book, we see Prendick left alone on the island with the Beast People and beginning to sink to Moreau’s level — falling from viewing them with compassion to viewing them with contempt — and later becoming some misanthrope at sea, the arrival of his fiance (played by the very photogenic Leila Hyams, wow) gives him the opportunity to skedaddle, letting Moreau fall victim to his own creations when Plot Things happen. This is much less pessimistic than H.G. Well’s original, and thus has less to say about the influence of power and fear on the human character — but it makes for a more enjoyable story, I will say. Enjoyed it throroughly.

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