In an alternate present the minds of teen offenders are uploaded into computers for rehabilitation--a form of virtual wilderness therapy. Zach is a homo cognoscens, one of the new humans who can navigate the Fulgrid. Though still a high school student, he is indentured to the Fulgur Corporation as a counsellor. Laura is a homo sapiens. Their story is part odyssey, part tragedy, part riff on the nature of consciousness.
entor at university, then Litchfield himself, synthesised in order to activate what would, in certain cases, become momentous germline mutations.
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'Get up, lad. You'll freeze to death like this.'
Zach raises his head. His skin and lips are already numb, his nostrils packed with ice crystals. The splint and dressing after they'd broken his nose had not felt much different-a foreign body, one which he'd welcomed as a constant reminder. He'd flushed the painkillers down the clinic loo. And six months later, one of the kids needed an implant for the two front teeth he'd lost; a few weeks afterwards, the second one spent ten days in intensive care; and the third would likely never father a child.
With gloved fists, Zach digs at his eyes like a small child but the lids are iced shut and it frightens him, that feeling of resistance, as if someone has used catgut to stitch away the evidence of his genetic code. The man helps Zach to a sitting position, and crouching before him, places
Stopped reading after just a few pages. Too much foul language to tolerate.
A real find of a free author, I will be happy to pay for any further work of his. Comes in at the more literary end of Sci Fi think maybe a cross between William Gibson and Haruki Marukami. I found myself engrossed in the unfolding plot and enjoyed the characters. The book achieves the rare balance of deliberate sparseness allowing the readers imagination to contribute to the experience.
I look forward to his future works.
Stopped reading after 100 pages, as it all took too long to develop, and in both realities described the respective protagonist continued to be painted as most stupid. With not much more than a teen tragedy in sight, motivation failed me.