pickThis is beautiful. Haunting. Wistful. Hopeful. Would we recognise the singularity when it happened? Could it be compassionate? This book pushed so many of my buttons it had me ugly crying. Twice. Love and loss and memory and sense of self and legacy. I‘ll need to mull it for a bit before I can write a sensible review.
#subjectivechaos
Last week‘s book haul and current read; I‘m feeling spoilt!
I Still Dream is a little fragmented; episodes over decades, from 90s nostalgia into future unknown. And I love it; it‘s uncomfortably familiar and beautifully told. People relating, and AI learning.
If this were a space opera AI, it would be comforting: so in tune, so solicitous. Because it‘s nearly now it feels intrusive, untrustworthy, surveillance. Funny thing. In tech we mistrust.
Oh good, a narrator with a God complex.
...I‘m loving this book though. I liked The Explorer and enjoyed The Echo, but this is just leaping off the page into a certain part of my brain like it belongs there.
I was going to read Summerland but I Still Dream is so pretty and so tactile (I love the embossed binary). Two chapters in and it‘s got my 90s teen soul hook line and sinker.
#RRSciFiMonth Day 27: spine poetry
Embers of war,
Brightly burning under the skin,
Shelter annihilation.
Against a dark background,
[a] brave new world [is] what you make it.
I still dream.
I Still Dream | 
