From the description, this novella seemed like a layup. Instead, it took forever to get off the ground, and too much was made of their special-needs daughter, the miscarriage, their nasty neighbor, the boss, and other mundane aspects about the life of a boring couple. I didn’t know what the problem was with the kid and didn’t care. I’m no childcare expert, but did they try a piece of 2X4 with a nail sticking out of it? All I want to know is why did it take so long to get around to the part about the killer robot.
When we did get around to the killer robot, it didn’t rise up to the hype from the book jacket. It was more like a Rain Man robot.
The bullying by the kids at the daughter’s school border on war crimes and way above their grade level. And what child would say this: “You can look at us, you know,” Sydney says. “You do know how to make eye contact?”
The author didn’t add anything new or interesting to the subject of artificial intelligence. This paragraph is about as far as he gets:
She makes her own coffee. The simple act of measuring and grinding the beans, inserting the filter, adding the water fills her with surprising contentedness. More and more, it seems to Rebecca that humanity has reached the end of an era, that more and more of our work is being done for us, that we can outsource and push-button and delegate our tasks and needs until everything exists outside of us. Until we are hollow.
Not much of an insight and much of our work has been done for us for a century, the difference now is our thinking is being farmed out. I liked the idea.