If the key to second-guessing the future is understanding the past, then one thing that looks pretty obvious to me is that it isn’t going to be Galactic Empires and space opera. That sort of thing, although fine as science fiction, is really a failure of the imagination, just taking the world as it is now and extending it ahead in a dead straight line. But when change happens it tends to produce, not just more, but different too: the coming together of single-celled life to form multi-celled entities didn’t produce gigantic amoebae; it produced earthworms, angel fish, giraffes—also courtship displays, the herd instinct, camouflage, winged flight, colour vision and an imagination-busting array of wonders utterly incomprehensible to your average amoeba. The coming together of human minds to form the entity called ‘civilisation’ didn’t just produce better flint arrowheads; it produced the umbrella, Monty Python…Goodreads.
So where does all that leave our future? One idea which has been taking root for decades is that machines, artificial intelligence, will not only surpass humans in capability, but even replace us, wipe us out. It makes for a decent Hollywood film (with plenty of chase sequences and big explosions), but isn’t that, too, really just another example of straight-ahead thinking, a similar failure of imagination?
Khira Allen thinks so. Her novel begins with Michael, a young Canadian on the threshold of adult life, but who isn’t going to get to live much of it—due to a genetic abnormality his lungs are defective and he has, at most, a few years to live. One day though, suddenly, there’s a ray of hope: a magazine left ‘by chance’ on the kitchen table (i.e. left there deliberately, by his mother) catches his eye. He reads about the field of modern cybernetics and where it might lead: human-machine communication, interaction, combination. ‘Our bodies need not define our limits’ runs the headline, and its implication leaps up off the page at him: synthetic lungs. Fascinated, he begins to study. Then a web-page (left open one day ‘by accident’ on his mother’s laptop) points him in the direction of a research programme in Human-Computer Cybernetics run by a Prof. Arjun Khatri in the US. With nothing to lose, he applies…
This is how it begins; this is just the first small step on a path which will ultimately transform out of all recognition, not only Michael’s life, but our species. The book itself comes in two Parts, the first narrated by Michael himself, the second by his mother Emma, and the story is not only about cybernetics and the future but also a mother’s love for her son. I thought Emma the stand-out character by far, and Part Two reads like the classic story of a mother searching for a missing child: she ‘sees’ him everywhere, ‘talks’ to him as if he was right there beside her the whole time—except, in this case, there’s an extra twist. The book is well thought out, and I particularly liked the way its two Parts related to one another (something only revealed near the end. Neatly done).
And the message here, overall? That, while it’s certainly not going to be Galactic Empires and space opera, just maybe not The Terminator either. There are other, less predictable—and perhaps more optimistic—possible futures too.