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240 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 14, 2017

They have placed their relatives – in almost all cases, their parents – here to be cared for, because they can’t do it themselves. They pay for this service. But they have contradictory feelings about it, we have been told. They feel guilt, and relief, increased anxiety, reduced anxiety, satisfaction, dissatisfaction, happiness and unhappiness. Sometimes all at once. How is this possible? It is complicated, being human.I very much liked that we get to be in a synthetic human being ’s mind and know their logical thoughts, making it easier for us to see the other side of the coin:
The problem perhaps is that care is something you are supposed to do for others out of a feeling of love. But if you pay someone else to do it, even though it may be logical, because they are better at it, you feel you have failed to do what you should.
I do not have tattoos, of course, and my hair is the colour it was made. My personality is as follows: enthusiastic, committed, competent, calm under pressure, friendly, curious, outgoing and empathetic.There are some attempts at humor from the robots, quite well done, and there is lots of analysis on human behaviour and conventions:
[…]‘ground-breaking’. This metaphor originates in the construction industry, where it refers to an actual, physical activity. I don’t think it happens in advertising, but I have noticed that humans in sedentary and non-manual jobs are fond of metaphors from active, manual labour. Especially men.There are also lots of mentions about social implications of elderly people left in the care of the underpaid and overworked homecare establishments’ workers. The voice of some of this elders, are especially genuine and deep:
[…] social convention, in which the question ‘How are you?’ doesn’t mean ‘How are you?’ It means something like, ‘Hello, I acknowledge your presence, and I wish to convey that I care about you, though if you tell me in too much detail literally how you are, I will become uncomfortable, and also consider you to be a little self-obsessed, when you should have said you were fine, and asked me how I am, expecting the same response, or similar.’
[...] they want food, not just for fuel, no – it has to taste good, and the variety of it is astonishing, and the time they devote to it. Even when they’re not eating, they watch television programmes and read books about it.
They suffer feelings of guilt about all the pleasure they take, knowing some of it harms them, and then off they go and do it all again. Entire religions are built round this to-ing and fro-ing from pleasure to guilt and back again.
I think she’s being polite. She has great capabilities, and she’s trying not to make me feel inferior. Which means she’s showing empathy, and that’s far more impressive than her ability to multi-task. I know a lot of humans who can’t manage it.The ending was predictable, but it didn't ruin the enjoyment I took from all those analysis of feelings and social behaviour and the psychological touch of the novel. 3.5★ rounded up.
You give up a little bit, and then they take a bit more.’ ‘They?’ I ask. ‘The children. The grown-up ones. They mean well, of course, but they take things away from you. Little bits of independence. I mean, so what if the house isn’t as clean as it used to be? If the food goes past its sell-by date? But they worry.’
‘I’m going to break my heart.’ ‘How can you do that?’ I ask. ‘I’ll tell you. I have memories… ones I have tried so long not to think about. You know, we all do, over a lifetime.
I imagine her mind as a vast library, with a card index system, but the drawers have been pulled out and the cards spilt all over the floor. Worse still, many of the books have fallen to bits, or been eaten by worms, or destroyed by mould.
Humans are creatures of memory. They love their fond recollections, and even their painful ones. They revisit them and revise them. It makes them who they are. Or they choose who they are through the memories they decide to keep. You could say a human is defined by what they’ve forgotten. And when all their memories fade, they do too, like old photographs in the sun.
"Mortality must resume. People in this care home must continue to die. Not at the old rate, because that would cast doubt on the achievements of the nanobots."