THE WORK OF RESTLESS NIGHTS

A troubled cybernetics “mechanic” is forced to join an elite squad of government agents to halt the insidious spread of deadly software in Weald’s sci-fi thriller.

The impressive debut of author Weald (aka Michael Woodworth) is set in the Chicago megapolis, year 2195. Lee Hall is a brilliant but obscure “mechanic” IT expert who services the cybernetics essential to human life throughout the solar system. Everyone has “bots,” and even the North American government runs in tandem with a regulating AI, maintaining society through ubiquitous surveillance. But after a renegade software update goes broadband, robots act erratically, even homicidally, by exhibiting forbidden traits of anger and free will. Lee is on the crime scene of one murder-by-machine and winds up forcibly recruited to join agents Ren and Jace, physically and mentally enhanced operatives of the elite Division 13, to learn what’s behind the dangerous Qualia Code now viral throughout civilization and how to stop it. For Lee, abandoned by parents who fled to deep space rather than live on a roboticized Earth and feeling heartbroken after divorce, the investigation comes dangerously close to home. The robot-uprising SF plotline is, literally, as old as robots in literature. The concept of a tech-soaked urban sprawl with overlay environments of virtual- and augmented-reality enjoyed by citizens wired directly into the digital mesh is cyberpunk 101. Weald does not radically reinvent such concepts, but thinks their aspects through with a seriousness of purpose and nuanced characterizations. Throughout, one finds the efforts of a serious literary novelist lavished on material that otherwise would fuel scores of sci-fi potboiler paperbacks and Japanese anime. Quad-core-rapid action/combat scenes (“Some of the soldiers were torn apart by metal hands so fast their last thoughts were lively curses towards the attacker”) should sate fans, while those who find cyberpunk a 1990s fad long obsolete can salute how the material transcends a self-referential pastiche of retro-noir cliches, one of the form’s pitfalls.

Lengthy, immersive cyber-SF that puts fresh life into a familiar operating system.