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Machines Like Me by Ian McEwan
This was excellent. In his first SF book, the author has imagined an alternate history where Alan Turing chose a short prison term rather than female hormones which led to his suicide (or didn't, as explained in the very convincing case for his murder in his biography Alan Turing: The Enigma by Andrew Hodges ). In this version of Turing's life, he is supported by the scientific community, lives openly with his lover of many years, and takes humanity centuries forward not only scientifically but also socially. While we are never told when the story takes place we can assume that it is 1990s, since Turing appears as an old but still active character in it.
Juxtaposing yet-impossible scientific advancements such as "biological computing" with a time in the past that most readers will remember is a clever setting for this novel, allowing the reader to concentrate on the artificial human at its proverbial heart without distractions about what a future world would be like. That is for the best, because Adam the humanoid machine raises many interesting questions and some compelling theories about the future of the human race, all with McEwan’s careful analysis and beautiful prose.
What is consciousness? What is a human? These are the most basic questions that this book tries to answer, but there are more. Adam is indistinguishable from a man and often “passes” as one but his actions are mysterious and his motives are unknown/unknowable to his owner/master(s), simply because he is conceived to be a decent, moral, and uncomplicated being whereas humans often have shifting priorities and might not always act in the most decent, moral, or even rational way. The conflict that arises is inevitable.
I very much enjoyed this book and would give a 5* seal of approval to Ian McEwan’s courageous entry into SF, head and shoulders above the meagre efforts of Margaret Atwood and Kazuo Ishiguro. Especially interesting was Adam’s conviction that future humans will have merged with AI/digital world to such an extent that misunderstandings or lack of communication and understanding will be a thing of the past. There will be no lies, conflict, dishonesty, deceit, melodrama or even anger and hatred in this world of perfect understanding… Therefore, literature will no longer have endless misunderstandings and haiku will emerge as the only possible written art form, with “its still, clear perception and celebration of things as they are”.
Highly recommended.