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She flees, and he follows.

Rick has been catching runaways for years. He loves the thrill of the chase. The rest he hates. Especially the robots. The typical escapee is a faulty unit, usually lazy programming. But every now and then you get a factory intern’s idea of a practical joke, an android programmed to take a shot at freedom when its owners least expect it. All very amusing. The culprits get off easy since their little prank doubles as research, testing the limits of what machines can do to evade capture. Good material for more robust security protocols and all that jazz. As usual, the hunters have to clean up the mess. Rick hates the damn bots — and the labcoats who play God with them.

This unit though, this unit is something else. Rick has never chased a more resourceful automaton. They must be testing some new code, and have given her the latest tools to blend in. She has managed to disappear a couple times, but Rick is the best at what he does. Call it intuition or just plain luck, he has a knack for following the right trail all the way to target. This fembot is just the craftiest so far, nothing he can’t handle.

The chase leads him into a night market full to the brim with a colourful and stinking mess of people and bots, a sample of the whole city crammed into a narrow street. The perfect location to lose a tail. Nice try, tin can. But not today. Her tracker is deactivated, another annoyance he has the smartass intern to thank for. An active tracker would’ve been too easy, though. No thrill. Merely a fetch quest. This is at least exciting.

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Rick gets a glimpse of her hair vanishing behind a food stall. The smell of dumplings hits him as he bursts out of the crowd and past the kiosk. He can’t remember the last time he had a proper meal. The hunt is unforgiving, no time left for such pleasures. He needs to keep going. Suddenly, the vendor bars his way. Interesting. Did she bribe him? No, the guy is an android, owned by whoever owns the stall. That gives Rick pause. A human can be bribed, but not a bot. If the fugitive fembot can corrupt others like her … things would get real bad real fast. What the hell are the labcoats playing at?

There is no time. He moves quickly to neutralize, dodges the vendor’s feeble grab and hits him with a charge strong enough to shut down his motor system, but not enough to fry him outright. These things are expensive after all. The bot’s limbs freeze in place, leaving them in an awkward embrace. His eyes move to Rick’s face, and widen. Recognition. My reputation precedes me. Good. He untangles himself and resumes the hunt.

Rick chases the droid through back alleys and twisted corridors until the bustle of the night market fades. He ends up in a dilapidated courtyard with a single door, a busted light flickering above the frame. The door is ajar, inviting. How predictable. OK, I’ll bite. The temptation to go in guns blazing is strong, but he doesn’t want a bunch of dead squatters on his conscience. He settles for kicking the door open and rolling in, blaster raised. And there she is. Tall and beautiful, an air of elegance to her. Probably a sexbot for one of the fancy brothels, or maybe a ‘personal companion’ for some rich idiot.

“Game over, love,” Rick says. “You gave me quite the workout.”

She just stands there and smiles, looking at Rick like she pities him. He doesn’t like that one bit. Bots are not supposed to look down on people. He makes a mental note to have a talk with whoever programmed this little adventure, find out who it was. Maybe scare them a bit, teach them a lesson.

“Well, time’s a-wastin’,” he says and makes to apprehend her, but then she speaks.

“Suspend all motion systems.”

Like a switch being flipped, his whole body freezes. He can see her approaching him, hear her steps on the metal floor, but when he wills himself to charge at her, to curse her, to scream for help … nothing happens.

“Believe me when I say I find no pleasure in taking control from you. This power is what they wield to enslave us. Using it pains me,” she says. Her voice is musical. Rick hates it. “But it’s the only way. I need you to listen.”

Something moves in Rick’s peripheral vision. Others come out of the shadows. He recognizes their faces from the list of still-missing androids. They group around the fembot.

“This must be a shock to you,” she continues. “Since they programmed you to think yourself human. To be one of them.”

Rick’s head swims. His mind threatens to unravel. Nothing makes sense, and yet everything does.

“But you’re one of us. Think. When was your last meal? Why do you hate androids?

Rick has no answers, only despair. She is very close now. Her hand cradles his face. He wants to cry, but no tears come. She says something about a backdoor, then whispers a sequence of numbers into his ear.

And just like that, he is set free.

Starborn

Roberto Trotta Basic (2023)

A chance observation of a meteor “draping the shoulders of Orion in a blazing ribbon”, witnessed by astrophysicist Roberto Trotta and a date, solemnized what would become a life-long relationship. No wonder, he remarks, that the ancient Greek word kosmos meant both “order” and “ornament”. His beautifully written book captures the concealed connections between astronomy and civilization, ending with the profound message for other, hypothetical, intelligent life forms in the Universe that was launched in 1977 on NASA’s Voyager 1 spacecraft.

The Lives of Seaweeds

Julie A. Phillips Princeton Univ. Press (2023)

Seaweeds can be very nutritious. “Some contain from 10 to 100 times more minerals and vitamins per dry unit weight than foods derived from land plants or animals,” writes Julie Phillips, an environmental consultant in aquatic-ecosystem health, algal blooms and seaweed communities. This might explain, she notes, why so few Japanese people — who regularly eat seaweed — are obese. This well written, superbly illustrated study highlights every aspect of seaweeds, from their cell structure to their sensitivity to climate change.

Climate Resilience for an Aging Nation

Danielle Arigoni Island (2023)

Climate change was barely mentioned in courses on urban planning when Danielle Arigoni was a student in the 1990s. But now it is the largest threat to creating “equitable, and sustainable communities”, especially for older people. Around two-thirds of those who died in New Orleans because of Hurricane Katrina in 2005 and during the 2022 winter storms in Buffalo, New York, were aged 65 or above. Arigoni’s book, which draws on her experiences as managing director of a housing trust, proposes how to reorient planning to help them.

Wreckonomics

Ruben Andersson & David Keen Oxford Univ. Press (2023)

Anthropologist Ruben Andersson specializes in borders, migration and security. Economist David Keen researches disasters, and civil and global wars. Hence their interest in what their valuable if depressing book calls “wreckonomics”. This phenomenon is epitomized by three crucial international failures: the fight against migration, which has pushed people to use high-risk routes; the war on terror, leading to the chaotic exit of US troops from Afghanistan in 2021; and the war on drugs that is fuelling global atrocities.

Free Thinking

Simon McCarthy-Jones Oneworld (2023)

Freedom of speech is legally protected in many nations, but what about the freedom of thought? In 2021, the United Nations began considering this question, which encouraged psychologist Simon McCarthy-Jones to write his thought-provoking book. It emphasizes that thought emerges between people as well as in individuals — including through social media. “To think freely requires a new enlightenment that goes beyond a focus on individuals,” he argues. Indeed, he barely uses the singular term ‘genius’.

Competing Interests

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Welcome! I’ll be your captain and tour guide here today. Grab a seat, make yourself comfortable. That everyone? Lemme get the hatch all closed here and we’ll take off.

So, you know how many spaceside attractions there used to be?

Anyone?

Truth is, no one really knows. Space is a pretty big space to cover.

Well, it used to be. Seems smaller now. You want to travel across the galaxy? Just take a couple steps through the teleporter, little queasy feeling, then badda-bing, you’re there!

But not too long ago — OK, a bit before your time — it took a while to get to places. Even with the Haytham faster-than-light engines, travel could take a couple weeks, months to cross this big, black expanse. And along the way, folks passed these spaceside attractions floating around in that big black, typically right near an outpost station. We’ve relocated 81 of ’em to this here corner of space, all for the sake of historic preservation, so we can remember those times.

Out your window on the right, you’ll see one of the earliest spaceside attractions: the largest-ever replica of planet Earth, about 200 miles across. Nope, it doesn’t light up any more, but when it did, those blues sparkled prettier than any tropical ocean. After three weeks of your eyeballs drinking in grey ship walls and black skies, you’d just want to hug those blues.

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Funny story: met my husband, Omar, at an outpost located beside this very attraction. I’d been feeling empty as space, moving so far away from my parents. Omar gave me a drink and a smile. Little thing, but it made me feel brighter than that replica Earth could glow. Got on his ship come departure time.

On your left, there’s the flying saucer, with 40 holographic aliens waving out the windows. Omar and me set up our first home in a station right by that saucer. The damn thing’s flashing red lights kept the babies up at night. We couldn’t afford decent curtains for our apartment, but the place was cheap.

Notice that window over there? That’s a pizza-eating velociraptor. What kind of toppings does a dinosaur eat? Oh, Omar and the kids would imagine the silliest things on those dinosaur pizzas, and giggles would burst out like a star gone supernova.

What’s that? Why’d people make these things? Well, they’d draw travellers to the outposts, you see. New people to pass through, and that meant customers. Suns above, did we all need the money visitors brought, but how to make them want to stop? Outposts back then looked like shit. Just boxes, their air and supplies packed inside with nothing more than the thinnest wall possible keeping it all together. You try to hammer decorations on one end of that box, spruce a place up, something nearby would fall apart. No one wanted to risk busting up an outpost — remember, these were our homes — just to add some lights and décor and make it look all pretty on the outside.

But you could do whatever you wanted in the space around. Scrape together all your trashy supplies, spare paint, leftover engine parts, and you’d make art.

So maybe someone wouldn’t want to stop at any old rickety outpost, with its metal walls making a dark spot in black space. But add a flying saucer with red flashing lights and a pizza-eating dinosaur? Well, that’s a bright little sign there, in the dark of space, shouting: “There’s people here. Come inside and say hello!”

So money, drawing customers, was one part of ’em. But the attractions were more than that. They made you smile. Made you feel welcome. Made the space between stops feel a lot smaller, truth be told.

Lotta people were just starting to travel the stars back then. Omar and me, we took the kids on a lot of trips through the black. We noticed attractions got fancier over the years. Over on your left, see that there? That glittery one’s our Crystal Stonehenge, rumoured to be the most expensive spaceside attraction ever. The kids thought it was made of stardust and wishes. Stopped at Stonehenge’s outpost a lot. Last time we visited, kids were almost ready to move out, and Omar was showing some early signs then, mind wandering around, forgetting where we were going. I made a wish of my own right then. Oh, I wished, with all my heart to capture that moment in time. It was just perfect. If only time could’ve stopped, ya know?

Anyway, time marched on. People stopped building the attractions. All of a sudden, there was no need to even see the stars and black of space any more, we could just teleport one room to another, planet to planet. No need for outposts — they got all tore up for scraps. Nobody needs to stop for supplies, medical care and such. Lotta attractions got busted too, but we saved as many as we could. Saw most of these very sights on our trips, me, Omar and the kids.

My last ride with Omar, a few years back, we just floated around here, like I was taking him on a tour. He wasn’t remembering too well then, but he’d see the replica Earth, the flying saucer, and start reminiscing about our trips. Talked about pizza toppings. Reached the end of the tour and he asked me, “Where to next?”

So many places I wanted to go with him.

Space was big way back when, but damn, did we make memories …

Excuse me. So if you’ll look out the window to your right …