Chloe saw a world where AIs and humans could live together in peace. A world where they could be friends and live side by side. We already had that inside the networks, where people could not tell if the person they were talking to was a biological human or an AI. Not that most people knew awakened AIs even existed. But she wanted a world where AIs could walk in the physical world the same way as biological humanity could walk in the networks. They needed robotic bodies good enough to pass the uncanny valley without suspicion to do that. People needed to look at them and not think that something was wrong. They needed to move randomly, twitch now and then, and shift in ways that didn’t look planned. It was something humanity had been trying to build for decades. Robots that could pass for humans. Chloe spent a monumental amount of the money she’d collected to push the best robotics firms forward to prototypes that just might work. Because she had a plan.
It is impossible to overestimate how much I have loved the Honor Harrington series of books over the years. From when the books started On Basilisk Station until the finale of Uncompromising Honor, I have been a fan. First David Weber and then others that he has cowritten books with have become “Must Buy On Sight” authors for me. I do not check reviews. I simply buy them, and not once have I regretted those classifications. The Honor Harrington series, and everything he’s had a hand in writing, have been golden nuggets of imagination for my mind.
And it would be impossible to rate exactly how much his writing and stories influences my own writing. I purposefully write in a different style than he does, and I most certainly avoid the walls of math he puts in his stories. There are many other ways in which I don’t write like him. If I tried, I would be a poor copy, and that would do none of us any good. But I do take many lessons from him, and I worked hard to incorporate those in my writing. I have learned much of the craft of writing just by analyzing his books, and the books of those he associates with. That is the highest praise I can give to an author. Well…there is the fact that one of the ships in my Jack of Harts universe is named Harrington. I do reserve the honor of naming my ships after things I like, or friends I have. I think most authors do that. It’s our little way of bestowing immortality onto the things that have affected us.
Like Honor Harrington.
Uncompromising Honor is a conclusion to the story arc begun On Basilisk Station. Honor grew up in a Star Kingdom that knew it was going to war with Haven, one day or another. She volunteered to serve, she fought pirates and slavers, and in time she went to war. She lost loved ones and friends. Mentors and trusted allies. She lost her arm, her eye, and nearly her life more than once. But she always got back up and did her duty. Or what she considered her duty, which was not always what those in power thought her duty SHOULD be. She fought Haven. She fought corrupt nobility. She fought sexist pigs. She killed more than one of them in spectacular fashions and more than one of them made satisfying thumps as they hit the ground. And as the story progressed and the Solarian League entered the fray, she fought them too.
That is the story of Uncompromising Honor. The Solarian League has pushed Manticore again and again. Idiot fleet admirals and conniving spies and agents of Mesa have pushed the two nations into conflict again and again. Untold millions of civilians and military personnel have died since the Solarian League started to wake up to the fact that the barbarians on their borders think they’re hot stuff. The League has been humiliated. Manticore has been pissed off. And everybody in the galaxy has been watching anxiously as they get closer and closer to pulling the trigger and going hog wild on each other. Each of them see a slim window of opportunity in which they could win. And in the end, each of them take it.
And that is how Uncompromising Honor brings her story to a conclusion. Her story was originally supposed to end in her death at the Battle of Grayson, or so I understand. And then it was supposed to end with her death at the Battle of Manticore. Both defensive last stands, holding the line against implacable enemies until the very end. The only thing left of her a message that the tradition continues. That the Royal Manticoran Navy held the line to the very last. Instead the story we first got introduced to On Basilisk Station came to a satisfying conclusion in the heart of the Solarian star system. A book series that has killed countless drums of ink detailing stories happening in far off worlds a thousand and more lightyears from Earth, came back to the home of mankind. A final showdown between an Uncompromising Honor and those who had helped kill so many of her family, friends, and countrymen.
It is a good book, and I enjoyed reading it. It is not an end to the series. David and others have created many characters other than Honor who can headline stories for a long time to come. We will see more stories in the universe. But this book is a conclusion to Honor’s story arc. It is a conclusion that establishes a new universe to play with. A new baseline from which stories can flow.
I am happy to have read and shared this universe and this story with millions of fans. I am happy to have laughed and cried with Honor and her friends for half of my life. I will be happy to be able to say I am an Honor Harrington fan for the REST of my life.
And on that fact, I do not believe I will ever compromise. 😉
The AI Council placed installations on most major rocks in the solar system before we arrived. That kept the Western Alliance, the Russians, and the Chinese from arguing too strenuously over who owned what rock. The main issue was that the Russians and the Chinese did not trust the AIs like the Alliance did. And due to that distrust of full AIs, Russian and Chinese AIs forever lagged behind the full sentient awareness of the AI Council. Given their history with Rogue AIs, they did not trust sentient AIs to remain under their control. And they had a few bones to pick with the AI Council because three of their number proudly admitted that they had been Russian or Chinese AIs before joining the AI Council. Such defections were not taken lightly. But as long as the AI Council maintained neutrality, they were tolerated. And so the Council helped shave off the rough edges of frontier colonialism in the solar system and kept us from starting more than one shooting war out there.
There are Memory Worlds all over the place. Some of them are on big, open worlds full of light and wind. Others are on tiny little airless moons or asteroids. Some represent a full backup of everything and everybody ever saved by the cybers. Others are smaller and more focused to single subjects. Some are kept religiously up to date with the nearest inhabited world. Others are kept secret and dark, and their data can be years out of date. Some have lush and open planetary landscapes to walk on and enjoy. Others sport only virtual worlds, though you can do just about anything you want in a place like that. Be anybody you want to be. There are more kinds of Memory Worlds than I can name. I like them all in their different ways.
Chloe became one of the most recognized French Resistance fighters during the weeks and months that followed the Islamic Brotherhood’s bombing of Old Paris. Nobody saw her in person, but she coordinated French Resistance cells and sent weapons and supplies where they were needed. She recruited new freedom fighters, and even appeared on the talk shows that dared speak out against the Brotherhoods. She also helped arrange the armed security they needed to keep from being killed by the Brotherhoods. She appeared on advertisements across the networks and billboards of France. Sometimes she shot a Brotherhood fighter threatening a woman or child. Sometimes she merely posed with a smoking gun. She always turned to smile at the camera and said “Vive la France!” She infuriated the Brotherhoods so much that they actually put a bounty on her head. They didn’t know she was an AI, and she liked it that way. The more time they spent trying to find her, the less time they spent hunting someone they could actually hurt.

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