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Accelerando
Roman
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Publisher Description
Dies ist die Geschichte einer schleichenden Machtübernahme
Manfred Macx entwickelt geniale High-Tech-Ideen, die er gegen Gefälligkeiten an seine Kunden "verkauft" - und davon lebt er nicht schlecht. Angewiesen ist er dabei auf eine Fülle von Informationen, die er ständig über seine Datenbrille abruft. Die Geschwindigkeit des technologischen Fortschritts ist so rasant, dass die künstlichen Intelligenzen bald ein Bewusstsein entwickeln könnten. Zudem fangen die Menschen ein extraterrestrisches Signal auf, das einen neuen Raumfahrtboom auslöst. Macx' Tochter Amber ist an Bord des Sternenschiffs - und erlebt dort hautnah mit, was "technische Singularität" bedeutet ...
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Stross (Singularity Sky) explores humanity's inability to cope with molecular nanotechnology run amok in this teeming near-future SF stand-alone. In part one, "Slow Takeoff," "free enterprise broker" Manfred Macx and his soon-to-be-estranged wife/dominatrix, Pamela, lay the foundation for the next decade's transhumans. In "Point of Inflection," Amber, their punky maladjusted teenage daughter, and Sadeq Khurasani, a Muslim judge, engineer and scholar, try to escape the social chaos that antiaging treatments have wreaked on Earth by riding a tin can sized starship via nanocomputerization to a brown dwarf star called Hyundai. The Wunch, trade-delegation aliens evolved from uploaded lobster mentalities, and Macx's grandson, Sirhan, roister through "Singularity," in which people become cybernetic constructs. Stross's three-generation experiment in stream-of-artificial-consciousness impresses, but his flat characters and inchoate rapid-fire explosions of often muzzily related ideas, theories, opinions and nightmares too often resemble intellectual pyrotechnics breathtakingly gaudy but too brief, leaving connections lost somewhere in outer/inner/cyber space.