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ROBOT AND TRAPPING interstellar, PART TWO-MOVIE STAR BRAVERY

SOFTWARE, RUDY RUCKER
OPTA / GALAXY-BIS # 145, 1986

If Ron Goulart was active in the SF Broadway (I can imagine Sacred Cyborg The Emperor or The Last Days of musicals as fat as sparkling decorations and costumes cardboard unlikely, under hypnosis and public boards that burn at the end) Rudolf von Bitter Rucker , another forgotten cult fiction-dingo furibarde , meanwhile gave a mixture of series B and thematic diverted Dickiennes perfectly mastered, beautifully shot custom mathematical equations and cameos never sealed by those annoying pseudo-philosophical postures that now proliferate in some rivals top-lord Kindred Dick.
Rudy Rucker, so it's a little funny - surprisingly enough for a person with blood in the veins Hegelian (or so I've read too many Jean-Bernard Pouy) - but a little funny that aims just hits hard and with such efficiency that pop own works do not pay mine, which seem to have been written as to distract and ultimately say a lot more than what we imagined at first sight .

(BUT THEY MUST BE GOOD WITH THE RECEIVER TO RECOVER THE SIGNALS AND ANALYZING THE MESSAGE)

As such, Software is very direct. As a film by Brian Trenchard-Smith parasitizing reality, there is no subtlety allowed.
We in 2020. Cobb Anderson is a former scientist leached for allowing robots (nicknamed the Boppers, as in BE-BOP-A-LULA SHE'S MY BABY) emancipated 20 years earlier.

"Thanks to him, he had long had rejected the Boppers laws racist and reactionary enacted by Asimov. "

Since then, robots have colonized the moon and Cobb Anderson drags his misery broke septuagenarian Florida , territory ceded fallow by the U.S. government to aging baby boomers of the fifties.

"Here, they did not pay rent, and every week they ferried supplies free food. The fogeys had reapplied as grasshoppers. They piled up in motels to abandon their old tunes to listen, organize surprise parties, like the best days of 1963. "

Cobb Anderson, of course, is Rudy Rucker transfictionnel performing a jump in a future paper and coating the appearance of a Philip K. Dick at the end of his life .
Barbu, tired, detached, he kills time by filling in the meninges of a sudden strong alcohol and leafing through magazines ads and dirty - until, approached by its twin robotic a trip on the moon it comes with, the key to immortality.
But things are not so simple: a civil war is about to erupt between the Boppers and land, the joker, the mentally ill post-Mansonniens, sow disorder in bulk human brains.
Story dilapidated, hyper-azimuth , Software looks at the intersection of enjoyment of Sladek Mecasme (or Tik Tok) and Neal Stephenson Panic At The University. Witness some players not bitten beetles as Sta-Hi, King of the stoned, which accompanies Cobb on the moon ("An idea thunder, man! Let's get sloshed fuel and s' hanging cardboard wings on the back! ") or Ralph Numbers, the first anarchist Bopper, rudimentary robot resembling" a workbook office mounted on tracks. "

"[He] had few lights or outdoor environment, so it was hard to know what he thought."

let's not forget all the extras Boppers, when they do not décalquent circuit boards at once magnets, take their bland exchanging data.

"If you want to be my hardware / software I'll be your [...] How would you like, you connect to me, baby?"

It is almost like in the techniques of Chaos Tim Leary . Besides the comparison to return to this introductory note, if Ron Goulart is mainly influenced by comic-book imagery of golden-age, Rudy Rucker is the writings of the beat generation - but in a mutant form, something like the cyber-punk-beat offbeat.

SOFTWARE, IT MIGHT VERY WELL BE Brion Gysin IN SPACE, THE SATISFACTION OF GOD COME IN CENTAUR FUMING silicon wafers , GARY NUMAN METAL IN THE WALKMAN CASSETTE.
(OR SO OF T. REX ELECTRIC WARRIOR, MAGNETICALLY DEGRADED)
(CHOICE)

And if the novel ends vaguely fish tail (or rather, sturgeon), you'll learn, among other things, to use the computer control of drunkenness among the android, to appreciate the religion of the white noise of cosmic Boppers and beware of itinerant vendors of ice - often used their trucks to a company claims facades of annihilation of the species human.