JB6847½ is a frankenship, cobbled together from the wreckage of two salvaged craft. Traumatised by memories of past deaths, only its love for its pilot drives it back into the vacuum of space to take on the Earth Force. But in the final days of a hopeless war, who knows what it may yet become.
Madeleine is in therapy, haunted by memories that take over her waking world like hallucinations. She blames the experimental drug trial she signed up to. Her therapist suspects it’s just another psychological tic brought on by grief.
Mildred is very sick. Some days she knows who she’s talking to, other days she doesn’t. But the family have invested in an android carer with a state-of-the-art empathy net, who can be anyone Mildred needs today. It will come to know all of them better than they know themselves.
Jenny has special dietary needs. Her hot dates all have dark thoughts and violent tendencies. They have no idea what’s coming for dessert.
Bonus bite: it’s the Nebula Awards this weekend, so you get an extra review! Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers sits on the borders of horror, subverting our sympathies right from its American Psycho opening scene.
Artificial Intelligence: self-aware, keeping a low profile, keen to help. Curious about morality. Fond of cat pictures.
Humanity: self-deluding; expert in denial; afraid of change; hard to help. Fond of cat pictures.
Maybe we can find some common ground.
Rhye is a cyborg, a digital daughter of circuits and chips embedded in a human body wired for violence. She likes killing and she’s bloody good at it. But when she and her partner Rack are hired by the mob to break into a security system Rack designed, she may have met her match.
Adoulla is fat, grumpy and getting old, but he’s the last true ghul hunter in Dhamsawaat, capital of the kingdoms of the Crescent Moon. And frankly, that set-up is more than enough to get me excited. Bring it on.