Ahh technology, stairway to utopia or spiral into hell—at
least such would be the case in a lot of science fiction. Middle ground so rarely addressed (yes, it is
possible the television is both the source of all evil yet a highly
informative, useful tool), many an sf novel has utilized one side of this
dichotomy to tell its tale. Genetic
engineering its motif, Ted Kosmatka’s 2012 The
Games is a downward spiral into hell.
Silas is a gene constructor.
Not a gene designer (the distinction important), he has been given a genetic
blueprint for the latest Olympic gladiator (a biological creation without human
DNA to be put into cage combat) and tasked with bringing the creature into
existence. At the start of the story,
the latest gladiator design is emerging from a cow womb, and very quickly the
constructors and trainers realize they have something extraordinary on their
hands. The gene designer AI rather than human,
the Olympic committee and scientists try to get at the optimized logarithms the
AI used, a process which proves both fascinating and horrifying. The monster growing quickly and intelligently,
it isn’t long before Silas, and the world, must contend with the gladiator as
it comes into its own.
Given that setup, there are many scenes and situations the
reader can expect will happen in The
Games. And for many they would likely
not be wrong or far off. The mood edgy,
the gladiator is indeed a revelation of evil.
Fanged, winged, and clawed, it inevitably wrecks blood and havoc. Kosmatka escalating these scenes in staid
fashion, the overall arc of the narrative moves steadily from the relatively
mundane to all out horror and chaos—the sympathetic scientist, the maligned
Olympic director, the conflicted AI programmer, etc. all caught up in a web of
their own devising There is no real
scientific agenda (its seems quite clear Kosmatka is pro-science despite the
bloodshed caused by the super-science creation), rather the science and
technology surrounding genetic engineering and advanced computer sentience are
a means to a thrilling fictional end.
A lot of people have compared The Games to the works of Michael Crichton, and I can’t
disagree. A hard science engine bolted
onto a thriller chassis, Kosmatka lightly extrapolates on real world knowledge
in exciting fashion. Not a technophobic
story, rather one that uses its scientific knowledge to tell a story that is
overtly horror, the order of the days seems pure entertainment rather than
social commentary. In keeping, at nearly
every page it’s quite easy to visualize the story splashed across the silver
screen. (Strange
Horizons review really hits the nail on its head in its summary, and I
recommend a read of it as well if you are unconvinced.)
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