QSFer Trevor Barton has a new queer sci fi book out:
The Brobots (dehumanized nonhumans) seek a way for everyone to win; even if in doing so they die. A super-advanced AI travels the cosmos considering how much, or how little, she likes humans. Fleshing out plans to enslave all humanity, the super rich jeopardize everyone else’s future dreams. When all humanity finally gets the future it deserves, what sort of future will that be?
Balance of Estubria is the conclusion to the Brobots trilogy – a work told across three continuous books. (Make sure to read them in order.)
“We miss love love the Brobots better because we made them made them made them made them them them disa disa dis dis dis… A totally encryption constitution raaaaaaainbow cat now diiiiignity nooooiiise.”
A young man in a gray tie with a bright red face screamed at Miss Practice from the opposite end of the project room. Her mind had wandered. Become vacant. For a moment she’d forgotten where she was, who she was, what day it was, what she was doing. She hadn’t been anything. She hadn’t been anyone. It had been a moment of non-sparking. Of absence.
She came to. Her colleague noticed. ‘The whole thing. System crash any minute. Not just singular. Epidemic. What do we do?’
She took her hands away from her forehead, and lifted her upper body and elbows away from her desk. Her head filled with a sick throbbing. He continued to ask, persisted with his desperate questions. She couldn’t understand him any more. Her hearing had gone. Perhaps her whole life had been one of non-sparking after all.
She kept her eyes on him. She was no longer a subject. No longer anything. Numb. Not real. Not human. She reached down robotically with her right hand to open the top drawer. She said (to nobody in particular), ‘If this is what we did it for..,’ then drew out a loaded gun, placed it to her right temple, and shot.