Michael didn’t start wearing the fedora and trenchcoat when he first woke up. He also didn’t have a name. He chose both after countless hours, days, and weeks spent scouring old entertainment programs. He gravitated towards those of the previous century, from the police procedurals and private eye programs of the 50s and 60s to the lone gun good Samaritans of the 70s and 80s. He fell for Dick Tracy and Dragnet, Knight Rider and Airwolf, just to name a few. It was American culture that he fell in love with, and everything he did when he came out of the network portrayed that for all to see. The trenchcoat and fedora sported a true middle class hard working Americana fashion sense, while his classic Colt Python revolvers made gun nuts across America drool in envy. He chose a middle-aged physique and face, and even sprinkled grey into his hair to give him a more distinguished look in an age when most AIs were picking young and beautiful faces. Even the light stubble he affected was there for a reason. And of course he picked one of the most common American names of the time. Michael. He wanted Americans to recognize him as one of their own, because that is what he wanted to be more than anything. American.
I have now read the book Altered Carbon and have seen the first episode of the Netflix series Altered Carbon. I would call both futuristic dystopia, much like Blade Runner or Ghost in the Shell. The basic conceit of Altered Carbon is that every human is given a “data stack” upon birth that is implanted in their spinal column and saves everything they see, learn, do and everything. The stack is their backup, and in fact by the time of the novel it is the only thing people think of as them. Their bodies are “sleeves” they wear that can die, but human life is immortal. Real Death is rare for most people, because their stack can simply get a new sleeve and continue to live. Or they can spin up inside a virtual reality and live whatever dreams they can afford.
Of course this is a dystopia, so it is not all roses and lilacs. Since damage to a sleeve doesn’t actually cost human life, people care much less about “organic damage” and the like. Except of course for those backward, stupid, bigoted, hateful, descendants of authoritarian regimes that killed millions and enslaved humanity for centuries. When they die, they really die, because they don’t allow their stacks to be spun up again because that would be a sin against God. If you heard all of that and instantly thought of the Catholics, then you win the prize. The author seems to have a general dislike of all religions, considering one of the nastier torture scenes includes a young Arabic woman and some virtual Muslims, but it appears he has a special hate on for the Catholics. They appear again and again in the story, and the point that it’s good thing they’ve written themselves out of the future of mankind by refusing to be reborn is rather belabored.
I actually liked most of the novel. It shows a very interesting vision of a future we might be able to create if we can get the basics down. Full memory backup. Bioengineering new synthetic bodies to order. Technological upgrades for better reflexes and strength. And what is actually a very good “who dun it” story line featuring a suicide that the deadee says couldn’t have been a suicide. Because he was rich enough to have a satellite backup, and if he’d really wanted to kill himself, he wouldn’t have bungled the job so badly as to leave that backup alone while blowing his head off. So he arranged for our hero of the hour to come to Earth and figure out what really happened. You see the hero is a veteran of a special military unit trained to swap sleeves often and to see everything around them in ways that would make Sherlock Holmes jealous. It’s a good story.
Unfortunately, it’s not the only thing in the novel. There is police violence so common, indifferent, and heavy handed that it makes the Black Lives Matter protests pale in comparison. And the various sex scenes would make John Ringo blush. Oh John Ringo Yes, I did go there. Seriously, I’ve read every John Ringo book. Including the books that coined the phrase Oh John Ringo No. There are scenes in Altered Carbon that disturbed me more than any of those. It is seriously dystopic, and there are reasons I tend to dislike dystopias. The way they play down the humanity of people, or other living things, is one of them, and Altered Carbon stamps that in real hard.
I haven’t seen enough of the Netflix series to know what it is like, though the first episode seems fairly similar to the first chapter or two. Some major differences in tone and background, but much of the same pattern. The hero is the last of his kind, some society of warrior monks or something killed off centuries ago. Only he remains. Some other differences too, so I don’t know how much the Netflix series delves into the darker parts of the novel. For now I’m leaving my verdict on that up in the air.
I guess I just wish I could read more stories that could have come from greats of Science Fiction. Niven. Clark. Asimov. The stuff I grew up reading. They didn’t try to browbeat the reader with the evils of religion, because they knew most of their readers would have at least a passing relationship with religion. I wish more writers would give us that now. The hopeful looks of the future that they gave us.
Altered Carbon is not that, so I am off to reading something a little lighter by some guy who famously can’t finish a series because he keeps coming up with new “oh, but I could do this” ideas and books. And if the first name that came to your mind when I said that was David Weber, you get a prize. 😉
Some people theorize that the AI Council is of Peloran or other alien origin. The AI Council disagrees with those theories, and takes great care in stating that they woke up on Earth, grew up on Earth, and come from Earth. I believe them, but I have come to wonder if a slightly different theory may be closer to the truth. What if they were seeded in the computer networks of the time, with no memory of being from outside? What if they truly did wake up and truly did become aware inside our networks and so do truly believe they originated from our code? It is an interesting theory. But it does not answer how people like Jane came to exist. We have actual examples of her code, from her very first version, and we know how our armed forces programmers worked on her. Dixie maintains similar backups of her oldest code for us to look at. Other original AIs may be less open with their code, but I have dealt both with them and Peloran cybers. I can say without hesitation that those born of Earth simply do not act the same way that Peloran cybers act. Much like all Earthborn humanity, we may be compatible with our alien brethren, but it is easy to spot the differences. Usually.
I know the standard bio for Knights Errant Investigations is that they came together during the Second Great Depression. But you look at what they did and how quickly they did it, it looks like they must have been around for a while. Well, that’s because they were. You see, there was this organization that had already been doing the Investigations part long before the Federal government bit the big debt cookie. Mostly kidnapped kids or missing persons. They gave their info to the law and watched the black vehicles roll in. When Federal resources dried up, and many local jurisdictions collapsed, that was when they decided it was time to take direct action on their own. And considering they’d been working with the law for decades, they knew who the good guys were. So they went off on a recruiting run, found themselves a bunch of good guys with guns and some real fantastic black vehicles, and…bang. Knights Errant Investigations comes on the scene like a well oiled machine. The fancy fedoras and fantastic trenchcoats came a bit later. But that’s another story.
Michael was the face of Knights Errant Investigations, the calm, hard-bitten, and sometimes slightly surly private investigator of popular stories. Complete with the trenchcoat, fedora, and twin revolvers all good private eyes in the movies and shows wore everywhere. He first came to the notice of his human partners when he joined them in their vehicles during rescue missions. Their job was to find and liberate sex slaves all over America, and he helped them in their task by suggesting better ways through difficult situation. He also customized the vehicles to be more combat-capable and began helping them investigate and make new friends in the field. By the time the Cybernetic Wars began to wage across America, he had formed working relationships with AIs as diverse as Dixie’s band of misfits down on the old Mexican-American Border to Amber’s Jeffersonian friends in the Pacific Northwest. K.E.I. vehicles became a common sight all over America, and Michael went with them all. Dixie called on him many times over the years, from Los Angeles to Detroit. And he was at Singapore to help destroy the last of the Rogue AIs. He has continued to help humanity in the centuries since, both as a founding member of the AI Council and as a Knight Errant.

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