A good military sci-fi novel that puts a new sheen to some well worn genre conventions and does so with a nice streak of cynicism and some very subtle black humor. The novel takes place in the not too distant future and Nagata does a good job of extrapolating the tech with which a mid-21st Century soldier would be outfitted. Besides advanced weaponry, her future soldiers wear powered exoskeletons and rely upon advanced surveillance drones called “angels” to reconnoiter the surrounding area while they are on patrol. The elite combat team in the novel also has neural interfaces that link them to each other, their drones, and to a distant controller that provides them with up to the minute intel based on satellite reconnaissance. The combat scenes in the novel are well done, exciting and action filled, but without unnecessary gore.
As the novel opens, the main character, Lieutenant Shelly, is in command of a small outpost in Africa’s Sahel region where US troops have intervened in a regional conflict. Shelly has an almost preternatural ability to sense danger when he and his team are out on patrol. Almost as if God is whispering a warning in his ear. As the novel progresses, it turns out that something is whispering in his ear. An emergent AI that exists in the Cloud has taken an interest in the human race and is subtly trying to influence people and events. The question of free will arises often in the novel as characters, at times, question whether their actions are their own or whether The Red (as the AI is soon nicknamed) is manipulating them. An AI interfering with human activity isn’t exactly a new plot point, but Nagata does a good job with the idea.
One of the things I liked best about the book is that there’s a strong streak of cynicism that runs throughout it. In the opening of the novel, Shelly explains to a new recruit why they are in Africa:
“There needs to be a war going on somewhere, Sergeant Vasquez. It’s a fact of life. Without a conflict of decent size, too many international defense contractors will find themselves out of business. So if no natural war is looming, you can count on the DCs to get together to invent one……. ideas start getting tossed around until one of the DCs says, ‘Hey, I’ve got it. Let’s do a war in the Sahel. It’s good, open terrain. No nasty jungles. It’s not quite desert, and we’ve already got a figurehead in Ahab Matugo.’ This sounds pretty good to everybody so they agree: the next regional war, the one that will keep them in business for another three or four years, or even a decade if things go well, is right here in Africa’s Sahel, between the equatorial rainforest and the Sahara.
So we Americans… we don’t jump in right away. We have another war to wind up first, so we promise to intervene when humanitarian issues demand it—but we don’t discuss what side to come in on because it doesn’t fucking matter. Everyone knows we don’t understand the local politics and we don’t give a shit anyway. There’s nothing in this region we want. The only reason we’re jumping in is so that our defense contractors can keep their shareholders happy. The American taxpayers will listen to their hoo-rah propaganda media outlets and pony up the money, blaming the libruls for the bad economy, while brain-draining the underclass into the army because hey, it’s a job, and even the DCs can’t convince Congress to spend ten-million dollars each on a combat robot when you can get a fully qualified flesh-and-blood high-IQ soldier for two hundred and fifty thousand.”
In Nagata’s world, politicians are whores who put the interests of their constituents last and soldiers are pawns who unknowingly fight for the interests of the rich. Is it an Occupy Wall Street view of military conflict? Perhaps, but I prefer that to something more jingoistic. It’s one of the rich elites who is the main villain of the novel. The AI, itself, remains an enigmatic presence in the background, helping those whose goals match it’s own interests.
The black humor is subtle in the novel. At one point, without their knowledge, the military splices feed from their interfaces into a reality TV show called “The Dark Patrol.” The team, particularly Shelly, soon become media stars. The suggestion that the AI is responsible for the germination of the idea is brought up, but isn’t explored as completely as it could have been. The idea of an AI using the media and reality TV to manipulate the public definitely has potential for satire. This is the first novel in a trilogy, so perhaps it will be explored in later books.
Overall, a good novel and if we could give 1/2 stars, I would definitely rate it 3 1/2. My only complaint is that after a strong start in Sahel, Shelly finds himself back stateside where the action stalls for quite a bit. Things pick up again at the halfway mark and the book finishes strongly.