Another short excerpt from Colin O’Sullivan’s new novel, THE DARK MANUAL, for your enjoyment:
“Where’s your ‘bot?”
“It’s shut down for the evening. I’m sick to death of listening to the fucking thing.”
“Oh, bring him in. I want to see him.”
Susie hates the personal pronoun. Calling it a him. Zen was a he. Masa was a he. Her father and grandfather, now they were hes and hims. Cars were forever referred to as she by men, and ships and boats too. Maybe the he could actually be refreshing, and feminists the world over could rejoice together in the knowledge that not all machines in servitude would be referred to as female. There’s a thought. There’s probably even an article in that.
“Command system on!”
There is silence for a moment; Mixxy in particular is holding her breath in anticipation. They don’t have to wait long.
“Coming, Miss Susie!”
Sonny glides into the living room.
“He does call you Miss Susie! That’s so fucking cute.”
Looking down upon its silver frame and stiff comportment, Mixxy gasps with delight. Susie frowns in habitual scorn.
“Hi, I’m Mixxy. Nice to meet you.”
Sonny extends its hand like a well-mannered child; Susie wouldn’t be surprised if it suddenly sprouted impeccably combed hair with a cow’s lick to boot.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Mixxy.”
It is able to differentiate between male and female voices, so Mixxy gets her accordant Miss. Susie hopes that it will get overused to the point where Mixxy will look for the nearest available hatchet.
“Wow, you are so handsome, little guy. Much more handsome than mine.”
“Don’t they all look exactly the same?” asks Susie.
Susie had seen the factory, and the scores of them lined up there. She’d seen the catalogues. Her husband had designed the bloody things, for God’s sake, so she should know a wee bit about them. They were all identical. There was nothing handsome about hers.
“When you get to know them they start to show their own personality. Even their faces start to change. Don’t you think? Can you not see it?”
“No. I can’t.”
“This one…already. He seems so full of life. And joy. And a right little charmer too.”
Susie is still thinking about hatchets, pickaxes, or what was that weapon the young boys used to talk about when they were young and playing at war games? What was it called? A bazooka! That was it. Bazooka! Susie wants a bloody bazooka! It may be not the greatest thing ever invented, but surely, it is the greatest-sounding word.
The homebot’s face looks up to directly engage with the house guest.
“Would you like anything to drink, Miss Mixxy.”
“And so well-programmed! Or does he just see into my soul? Your husband did such a good job with this one. Yes, Mr. Sonny. I will have something to drink.”
“Make two cups of coffee, Sonny. We’ve got work to do.”
The Dark Manual is available for readers in the UK and Ireland, as well as on all Amazon sites except USA and Canada