Data recording continue. Contact with human. It is green, tentacled, and not terribly animated.
I finished this short book/long novella yesterday in essentially one sitting, but I'm still arguing with myself how to classify it. Don't get me wrong: even though it is not my style, which should become clear in the following run-on and unnecessarily inflated paragraphs, Adeena Mignogna's first chapter in the "Robot Galaxy Series" aka "Crazy Foolish Robots" is still a comfortably readable story. I'll also note the irony of one of the definitions of 'readable' being "(of data or a storage medium or device) capable of being processed or interpreted by a computer or other electronic device." Because it definitely applies in this case! Both definitions I mean…
Ruby began to convince herself that in addition to killing her, the strange alien would also serve her up as an appetizer to the other aliens.
No, my problem lies simply in the fact that I'm very very oh gods so very close to 60 years old and this book could be argued to be either Young Adult or even middle school suitable. I could also then turn around and argue with myself (something people my age are wont to do) that it - the book I mean (please keep up) - is perfectly fine to be consumed by any age, manner, or inclination of readers that are interested in first contact, robotics or the general - and modern day ever-more relevant - argument about the place and/or suitability of Artificial Intelligence in society as a whole. Just realize though that, in this case, when I say society I am in fact referring to apparently the entire Universe, noting humans are just at that stage here where they're spreading out (+/-) into our own solar system and are with the exception of young Ruby unaware of any other lifeforms 'out there'. Yeah, things get a bit complicated rather quickly.
The set of instructions that made up his current program to find the robot’s long-lost storage data was failing to execute as predicted. He was, by robot standards, stressed out.
I think I've settled on convincing myself at least that the author has done a fine job of anthropomorphizing our computers or perhaps even more accurately said the art of programming ANY technological device to do what we ask of it. Despite perhaps even their own insistence to the contrary, the robotic 'elements' of this story have very distinct personalities and are driven to not only learn more about other life-forms but also strive to improve their own lot in their (non-)lives. The story does get a bit bogged down in parts with the obvious tie-in with technological processes - noting my own expertise stops at being fairly adept with Excel and PowerPoint, that is, beyond knowing how to hack into, um, I mean, temporarily borrow and access the WiFi from my neighbors' homes. The prose is, for lack of a better word, rather 'cute' in sections the way the different 'bots zip around and perform their tasks, assigned or even - gasp - not! Careful where you stick those chargers by the way…
Your strength? Is that also something you left on your ship?
Mignogna (whew, I didn't spell it Mignola this time!) surely doesn't waste time though with too many detailed descriptives, at least not yet, and has set up a number of open plot-lines to address in coming installments. At one point we're talking and generally kidnapping our young protagonist - one that I noted all-too-quickly has way too many connections to this story-line to call it a mere coincidence. But oh look now we're "approximately 54 light-years around the plane of the galaxy from (our) star system" so don't worry about those niggling thoughts about just how (un)random her being involved will wind up being. I mean, literally do NOT blink or you'll miss the FTL bit which of course doesn't come with any kind of reality-bending, gateway crashing or other explanations at all. We're here, we're there, we're getting on with it! Come with us and see how Intergalactic ZIP file technology gets invented and don't think twice about how an advanced robotic society couldn't do this on their own (cue ominous music suitable for foreshadowing here, please)…
Suppose I told everyone your lower innards are 99 percent full, with a fairly certain chance of imminent off-gassing?
So like I said, the book certainly is written well enough and has a certain amount of charm (I personally would not call it humo/ur but that's again just me). If my 19 1/2-year-old daughter were interested in scifi, I wouldn't hesitate to zap it over to her Kindle to try out. For myself, well, I'm much more of the kind of fan that enjoys xenomorphs bursting out of everyone's chests while all around us various soldiers fight with amazing and decidedly destructive weaponry. While trying to survive the dystopian and apocalyptic landscape, they certainly don't bother wondering why an advanced species still hasn't figured out how to get along with others yet. But again, if you're someone that doesn't mind stepping away from space opera and might enjoy giving, well, "space pop songs" a go, this could be for you! I'm going to check it off my list and move on to something a little more my speed. Speaking of which, who is that guy up there with the wild fish face that's hunting everyone and collecting their skulls…? And what about this red dot on my chest...?