I had great hopes for this book. I usually enjoy light-hearted, jokey, Sci-Fi and from the write up that was just what this seemed to be. On the surface, perhaps, it is, and from that perspective there is much to like. What concerned me were the attitudes and assumptions behind the fun story of a fool bumbling his way around the galaxy.
At its heart this story is no different from many others. A man with a ship tries to make a living among the populated planets of a spacefaring future. The man in this case is the on-the-node-named Hal Spacejock. The ship bears more than a passing similarity to the Serenity from Firefly, and the populated planets seem to be filled with greedy or otherwise unpleasant people, most of whom (like the protagonist) are not actually very smart.
It is actually the dumbness of the people that forms one part of my unease with this story. It’s hard to imagine how this pastiche capitalism populated by idiots managed to achieve the star-spanning civilisation and the very high levels of technology which act as props for the buffoonery. We have spaceflight, of course, even hyperspace for faster-than-light travel and some unexplained way of communicating across these vast distances. These are, after all though, just props on which to build a story. The biggest issue I have with the setting, and with the way it is used in the telling, is the robots.
As might be apparent from the title, this universe has robots. Lots of them, each with distinct personalities and, in almost all cases, more intelligence, wisdom and compassion than any of the human characters. Yet for all that, these amazing robotic people are treated as disposable property. They are bought, sold, exploited, worn out and recycled for scrap when no longer financially feasible. Whatever you may say about the difference between metal and flesh, this is unambiguously slavery, and carries with it echoes of every slave-owning society from human history.
As the story progresses we are treated to a parade of slave story tropes. The robot Clunk is initially just cargo until he finally convinces Spacejock that he is useful through an embarrassing “robot sex” analogy with the equally inteligent navigation system on Hal’s ship. Hal pulls the worn out ploy of “selling” Clunk (who then immediately escapes) to make a bit of money. We even meet a pair of escaped robots who decide that a life of independence is too scary, and meekly return to the life of servitude they had despised only a short while earlier. Despite their shared adventures, Hal is happy to immediately hand Clunk over to his “real owner”. Once Hal finds that Clunk is due to be scrapped, has a crisis of conscience, but it is only because he realises he needs a crew member who knows what he is doing and can fly the ship. The solution, following the thread of the rest of the book, is not one of freedom or even any admission that robots can be people too, but a financial transaction, sweetened with blackmail, so that Hal now owns his own robot.
I found the treatment of robots in this story, and the assumption of a culture that takes this exploitation for granted, to be distinctly uncomfortable, and it definitely spoiled what could have been a simple and enjoyable galactic romp. I won’t be rushing to read any more of this series based on this sample.