A classic of the cyberpunk movement. A story about immortality, consciousness, the human soul, what makes us human, what makes us unique, our thoughts? or our physical existence? This whole book was a metaphysical trip, a trippy conversation over pot cookies.
I like any story where the robots are as sympathetic as the human characters, like Blade Runner, like the new Battlestar Galactica, like Star Trek's Data, like Aliens' Bishop. The robots, the boppers from this series while less polished, are just as compelling, and far more believable.
This novel was one of the fore-runners of the cyberpunk movement and its easy to see why. While rough around the edges (the writing can be a tad misogynistic and there is one nasty homophobic phrase that stopped me cold and reminded me this was written during Reagan's reign of terror and hatred) if taken with a grain of salt its a great story that stands with the best robot/human tales. In fact its inspired me to dust off my old nanpwrimo novel and rewrite it with robots. Viva la Boppers!
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