Morgan, Richard K.;
Altered Carbon
Random House Publishing Group, 2003 / 2006, 544 pages
ISBN 0345457692, 9780345457691
topics: | science-fiction
this is a story (and an author) destined for greatness. not just in the science fiction world where this first novel became an immediate legend. this book was followed by two more Takeshi Kovacs stories - Broken Angels (2003), and Woken Furies (2005)
winner of the 2003 Philip K. Dick prize - a rare feat for a new author.
i would go on further to say that the novel stands out even as mainstream literature. like much other sci-fi, the novel is based on potential advances in biotech, and weaves a broad web reflecting on their social ramifications, how they affect class divisions, and even religion. unlike much other sci-fi, however, the story seems more coherent and convincing, for example, jack vance's live forever (2004) suggests a hierarchy of humans, with a final category of Amaranths, who are immortal, but the story lacks power.
while morgan's tale is technically plausible, it stands out because of its deep sociological and philosophical commitment. at the same time it mounts a transparent critique of many contemporary practices. one group that comes in for considerable discussion are the catholics, whom one character calls "goddamn freaks" who have been "grinding us down for the best part of two and a half thousand years... they've stood against every significant medical advance of the last five centuries." but fortunately, the Catholics don't believe in storage. When they are put into "storage" they never come back. That's why, despite not practicing birth control, there aren't that many of them.
morgan fleshes out the philosophic stance of materialism by suggesting that the consciousness or mind is nothing separate from the brain (monism) and that it is implemented in material terms (materialist). furthermore, the essence of the mind can be condensed into a stack (about the size of a cigarette stub), which is occasionally updated into storage. if you are rich and motivated, you can buy insurance to ensure that in case of severe sleeve damage, your stack can be reinstated, possibly enhanced with cyborg extensions, based on its most recent backup storage. this process is re-sleeving. damaging a stack is the most violent offence.
as it happens, very few people are interested in re-sleeving beyond two lives. further, stacks remain stored and can be revived, e.g., for the purposes of testifying in court; it is these kinds of well-thought out ramifications that lend the text its power.
the story becomes a hardboiled thriller where the hero goes against the evil corporates who are attempting to take over society, with a good bit of sex thrown in for good measure.
the story and writing style cross-cuts across genres, mixing raymond chandler into arthur clarke... hardboiling is invading all kinds of literature - following the footsteps of Haruko Murakami's 1985 Hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world - indeed, Morgan also mentions Murakami in passing at one point...
welcome to the universe of the 25th c., where consciousness - a.k.a. brains - are digitized. The digitization happens via a small device called a stack, implanted at the base of the brain. The body is the sleeve, and you can fit any stacks onto any sleeve - sort of like lego - though they can take a lot of adjusting... killing the sleeve is a serious offence - organic damage, but nothing compared to damaging the "stack", "RD" or Real Death as they call it on old planet Earth; that is true murder.
the rich live on for hundreds of years, keeping spare stacks and clone sleeves updated every now and then so even if the main stack is blown away they can be re-constituted from the update. ... but then there are viruses...
most people don't have the will to keep on living. it's considered good to change one's sleeve at least once, but more than two lives - going through the process of aging again, is often seen as not worth it: "old age, even with antisen treatment, was a wearying business..." (54) Most people go into voluntary storage after two full lives, with occasional temporary re-sleevings for family matters, and of course even those re-sleevings thin out as time passed and new generations came in without the old ties.
those who live beyond two sleeve-lives must be very rich (sleeves are expensive), but also very tenacious.
these folks are the meths, short for Methuselah (whose days were 969 years) [biblical influence still exists, at least in the language] virtual torture: telling your stack that you are fitted onto the body of a young woman, say, who is highly sensitive to pain, and running you through an accelerated pain regime, several hundred years in minutes, while you lie in a coffin like enclosure with electrodes... your stack (i.e. you) can be driven insane...
can buy different kinds of insurance - even after dying, you can revive the stack for a spl occasion like your great-grandson's marriage... also, the stacks can be accessed in virtuality - you can query a witness, for instance. only the catholics, who believe that the stack cannot be the same as the soul, reject re-sleeving, and cannot be resuscitated even as witnesses. the various worlds are run by the UN protectorate, which ensures order is maintained in the various planets. The rebels have their manifesto in the writings of Quellcrist Falconer, a revolutionary who lived in Harlan's world several centuries ago. at the top of the power structure are the meths who develop contacts and manage their businesses and connections... toying with other, less important lives. despite their age, they do not forget their sex drives - indeed, they get more kinky with age. there are whorehouses of all kinds to pander to them - here you can even go for snuff - kill during sex - and if she's a catholic, then you can't even call her up as a witness... most snuff games are on illegal virtuality software, but there are also suave establishments, like head in the clouds, that let you go for it. the snuff whores are all catholics, of course. and now that the UN wants to legalize testimony by catholic sleeves for criminal situations, this is being opposed by all the meths and the high-flying whorehouses... sex invades the story at many points, and morgan doesn't pull his punches in describing some steamy sexual encounters... the writing is very controlled, letting in bits and pieces of history half-told stories of envoy troops suppressing rebellions around the universe, creating a coherent, believable atmosphere - while remaining true to the storyline. only towards the end, morgan perhaps tires a little and the plot seems to accelerate with the loose ends proliferating exponentially - but then this happens in all thrillers. after finishing it, you are still left to ponder the philosophical questions of consciousness being captured via media - just as serious literature should.
the plot is in line with functionalist thinking, which posits that so long as the function of a system (like the brain) is preserved, the actual hardware on which it is implemented has little relevance. opposing this view is the argument from sensations (phenomenalism), also called the "qualia" argument, which says that other organisms will never know what it feels like to be a bat, although we may completely "understand" and even replicate the mechanisms of their sonar perception and behaviour. thus, a computer may replicate the functions of a human, but would never be able to replicate "what it feels like" to be one. (see stanford encyc philo - Qualia) is the story plausible from neuroscience perspective? can the states of 1011 neurons (nodes in a graph) and 1015 synapses (edges) be recorded digitally and subsequently reproduced into some kind of wetware, without worrying about the sensory receptors and motor actuators at the peripheries of the system? well, it sure would take time to adapt all the synapse chemicals to reflect such numbers, but it does not seem completely implausible. in the story, the stack periodically broadcasts its contents to a secure storage, so that even if the stack is destroyed, it would be possible to recreate it. but in order to do this, it has to first store all this complexity in a device the size of a "cigarette butt". Information-theoretically, would this be possible? here are some back-of-the-envelope thoughts on the minimal volume of a "stack". 18 liters of water hold 1023 molecules, and a cigarette butt, at 2cm x 1cm-squared - is about 1/106 of that, or 1017. So if each molecule could somehow store the state of a neuron or a synapse (unlikely) - then it may be possible it could just about store 1015 + 1011 data. furthermore, during the re-sleeving process, one could also enhance the body by adapting "neurachem" (lighning reflexes) and other improvements. like the best science fiction (e.g. arthur c. clarke's childhhood's end or Terry Brisson's They're Made Out Of Meat), this book will provoke thinking on the philosophical aspects of life. This book is also relevant to the philosophy of cognition. --vocab the writing style delibrately introduces terms in hardboiled fashion, without bothering to tell you till much later; e.g. "d.h.f" - after encountering it several times, i had to look it up on the net. fortunately i wasn't the first person reading altered carbon, and i found it at chat page; d.h.f = digitised human freight; d.h. = digitized human. ] [This review originally written aug 2010, updated 2012, 2014]
Against the distant roar of the maelstrom I heard it. The hurrying strop of rotorblades on the fabric of the night. [opening page] it's like trying to throw a net over smoke. [threats to Bancroft]
In the shower I whistled away my disquiet tunelessly and ran soap and hands over the new body. My sleeve was in his early forties, Protectorate standard, with a swimmer's build and what felt like some military custom carved onto his nervous system. Neurachemical upgrade, most likely. ... There was a tightness in the lungs that suggested a nicotine habit and some gorgeous scarring on the forearm, but apart from that I couldn't find any thing worth complaining about. The little twinges and snags catch up with you later on and if you're wise, you just live with them. Every sleeve has a history. ... I took a deep breath and went to face the mirror. This is always the toughest part. Nearly two decades I've been doing this, and it still jars me to look into the glass and see a total stranger staring back. It's like pulling an image out of the depths of an autostereogram. For the first couple of moments all you can see is someone else looking at you through a window frame. Then, like a shift in focus, you feel yourself float rapidly up behind the mask and adhere to its inside with a shock that's almost tactile. It's as if someone's cut an umbilical cord, only instead of separating the two of you, it's the otherness that has been severed and now you're just looking at your reflection in a mirror. I stood there and towelled myself dry, getting used to the face. 12 I took the pen and wrote my name in someone else's handwriting next to the warden's finger. [a tricky area, and a provocative solution. if handwriting is part of the body, then that part of the CNS is with the body, whereas the rest of the brain is in the stack. so the stack doesn't record (or adapts for) the spinal neurons (and retina). this makes some sense, since the muscles (motoneurons) and sensory neurons are part of the new body. presumably things get integrated into the new CNS during sleeving. but is it possible to dissect the "mind" part from the "body" part? How does the old mind learn to control the new body? ] nicotine dependency is also part of the sleeve, not the download... but the fact that gravity is different affects the agent... ] Harlan's World, I remembered from somewhere, has gravity at about o.8g. I suddenly felt unreasonably heavy... I put out an arm and lifted the little rectangle of card with a machined precision that I hadn't noticed before. The neurachem was kicking in. [Murakami - mentioned on p.15]
'What's Resolution 653?' 'It's a test case going through the UN Court,' said Ortega shortly. 'Bay City public prosecutor's office want to subpoena a Catholic who's in storage. Pivotal witness. The Vatican say she's already dead and in the hands of God. They're calling it blasphemy.' [Kristin Ortega, Bay city police Lt, on the Catholics:] I hate these goddamn freaks. They've been grinding us down for the best part of two and a half thousand years. They've been responsible for more misery than any other organisation in history. You know they won't even let their adherents practise birth control, for Christ's sake, and they've stood against every significant medical advance of the last five centuries. Practically the only thing you can say in their favour is that this d.h.f. thing has stopped them from spreading with the rest of humanity.' [Catholics don't believe in storage. When they are put into "storage" they never come back. That's why, despite not practicing birth control, there aren't that many of them. ]
UN colonial commandos - are "pure mind"s are "crack d.h.f. soldiers" who are "decanted directly into sleeves with combat conditioning, jacked-up nervous systems and steroid built bodies." They are trained in the psychospiritual techniques that "oriental cultures on earth had known about for millenia" ["the orient" - an eurocentric perspective in the 25th c.? ] You can't kill me just by wiping out my cortical stack.' 'You've got remote storage. Obviously, or you wouldn't be here. How regular is the update?' Bancroft smiled. 'Every forty-eight hours.' He tapped the back of his neck. 'Direct needlecast from here into a shielded stack over at the PsychaSec installation at Alcatraz. I don't even have to think about it.' [but when it is killed and re-instated, [the new mind (or body) does not remember anything after that last re-load, and can't tell how it was killed, whether it was a suicide or not] 'Mr Kovacs, I am three hundred and fifty-seven years old. I have lived through a corporate war, the subsequent collapse of my industrial and trading interests, the real deaths of two of my children, at least three major economic crises, and I am still here. I am not the kind of man to take my own life, and even if I were, I would not have bungled it in this fashion. --- In the Envoy Corps, they reverse humanity. You see the sameness first, the underlying resonance that lets you get a handle on where you are, then you build up difference from the details. 41
[the stack taken out of Dimitri Kadmin, professional assassin] didn't look like much, impact-resistant casing streaked with blood and barely the size of a cigarette butt with the twisted filaments of the microjacks protruding stiffly from one end. I could see how the Catholics might not want to believe this was the receptacle of the human soul. It took a certain kind of person to keep going, to want to keep going, life after life, sleeve after sleeve. You had to have started out different. 54 --- 'Do you know what Merge Nine is?' she asked, a little unsteadily. 'Empathin?' I dug the name out from somewhere. ... 'This sleeve . . . ' She gestured down at herself, spread fingers brushing the curves. 'This is state-of-the-art biochemtech, out of the Nakamura Labs. I secrete Merge Nine, when . . . aroused. In my sweat, in my saliva, in my cunt, Mr Kovacs.'
(ch11) Later on, I upgraded [street brawls] by joining the military; brawling with a purpose, and with more extensive weaponry, but as it turned out, just as squalid. people like shopping. That it satisfies a basic, acquisitive need at a genetic level. Something we inherited from our hunter-gatherer ancestors. Oh, you've got automated convenience shopping for basic household items, mechanical food distribution systems for the mar ginalised poor. But you've also got a massive proliferation of commercial hives and speciality markets in food and crafts which people physically have to go to. Now why would they do that, if they didn't enjoy it?' 'Shopping is physical interaction, exercise of decision-making capacity, sating of the desire to acquire, and an impulse to more acquisition, a scouting urge. It's so basically flicking human when you think about it. - Serenity Carlyle [A blonde marine sergeant who taught him to shop] [why mandroids (humanoid robots) are rare] The truth is that a robot human is a pointless collision of two disparate functions. Artificial intelligence, which really works better strung out on a mainframe, and hard-wearing, hazardproof bodywork which most cyber-engineering firms designed to spec for the task in hand. The last robot I'd seen on the World was a gardening crab.
As I dressed in the mirror that night, I suffered the hard-edged conviction that someone else was wearing my sleeve and that I had been reduced to the role of a passenger in the observation car behind the eyes. Psychoentirety rejection, they call it. they could jack my consciousness into a virtual matrix similar to the ones used in psychosurgery, and do the whole thing electronically. Subjectively, there'd be no difference, but there what might take days in the real world could be done in as many minutes. for securing the Innenin beach head, a price well worth paying . . . like all men of power, when [Gen MacIntyre] talked of prices worth paying, you could be sure of one thing. Someone else was paying. The other one just stared at me the whole time as if he hadn't eaten red meat recently.
Can you give me a street reference for the highest incidence of violent criminality in the Licktown area?' There was a brief pause while the datahead went down rarely used channels. 'Nineteenth Street, the blocks between Missouri and Wisconsin show fifty-three incidences of organic damage over the last year. One hundred seventy-seven prohibited substance arrests, one hundred twenty-two with incidence of minor organic damage, two hun — '
'You come from another place,' said Bancroft broodingly. 'A brash, young colonial culture. You can have no concept of how the centuries of tradition have moulded us here on earth. The young of spirit, the adventurous, all left on the ships in droves. They were encouraged to leave. Those who stayed were the stolid, the obedient, the limited. I watched it happen, and at the time I was glad, because it made carving out an empire so much easier. Now, I wonder if it was worth the price we paid. Culture fell in on itself, grappled after norms to live by, settled for the old and familiar. Rigid morality, rigid law. The UN declarations fossilised into global conformity, there was a — ' he gestured ' — a sort of supracultural straitjacket, and with an inherent fear of what might be borne from the colonies, the Protectorate arose while the ships were still in flight. When the first of them made planetfall, their stored peoples woke into a prepared tyranny.' Culture is like a smog. To live within it, you must breathe some of it in and, inevitably, be contaminated He'll close up faster than an unpaid hooker's hole.
The lawyers I saw there had about as much in common with the man who had defended me at fifteen as automated machine rifle fire has with farting. with Understanding Day, the whales were suddenly big money for anyone who could talk to them. You know they've told us almost as much about the Martians as four centuries of archaeologues on Mars itself. Christ, they remember them coming here. Race memory, that is.' Ortega: I figured anyone out of Harlan's World would like it. TK: Good guess. [so taste comes with the stack, and not the sleeve? Seems doubtful. A bit later, when he drinks, how quickly you get drunk is a sleeve aspect...] [Kovacs to Curtis] When they make an Envoy, ... They burn out every evolved violence limitation instinct in the human psyche. Submission signal recognition, pecking order dynamics, pack loyalties. It all goes, tuned out a neuron at a time; and they replace it with a conscious will to harm. It would have been easier. I had to stop myself. That's what an Envoy is, Curtis. A reassembled human. An artifice. The young men in silk watched us go with the dead-eyed concentration of snakes. coarse nipples as broad and stiff as rope-ends ... I felt myself slide out of her like something being born. I think she was still coming. 247 [Kovacs to Ortega] Conscious thought doesn't have much to do with this stuff. Doesn't have much to do with the way we live our lives, full stop, if you believe the psychologists. A bit of rationalisation, most of it with hindsight. Put the rest down to hormonal drives, gene instinct and pheromones for the fine tuning. Sad, but true. 248 The shock of waking up inside someone else's body for the first time is nothing compared to the sense of rage and betrayal you feel knowing that someone, somewhere, is walking around inside you. It's like the discovery of infidelity, but at the intimacy range of rape. And like both those violations, there's nothing you can do about it. You just get used to it. 270 They locked together in an embrace that looked set to break the new sleeve's delicate bones. I took a mild interest in street lamps up and down the promenade. ---ch38 [Duplicates himself in ch38] Ryker's sleeve had the air of a man who had battered his way head first through life's trials... The suddenly discovered difference sat between us like a third, unwanted occupant of the room. 321 [Jimmy de Soto had always said] it was sacrilege to sink more than five fingers of single malt on any one occasion. After that, he maintained, you might as well be drinking blended. my head cleared from foggy to the unbearable brightness of sunlight on a knife. It was like being submerged in diamonds. The shard pistol, spider venom loaded, snugged across my lower ribs opposite the stunner. I dialled the muzzle aperture to wide. At five metres, it would take down a roomful of opponents with a single shot, with no recoil and in complete silence. 337
Grzegorz Trębicki: Human Identity In The World Of “Altered Carbon”. in J.J. Copeland (ed), The Projected and Prophetic (2010). http://www.inter-disciplinary.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/trabickipaper.pdf The American SF writer Richard Morgan’s recent “Takeshi Kovacs” trilogy (Altered Carbon, 2002; Broken Angels, 2003; Woken Furies 2005) seems to elaborate on [...] biotechnical advances and their impact on life, death, human identity and individuality, as well as political and social consequences of electronic revolution. [note: mild error, morgan is british.] However, in comparison to many previous works of the genres in question, Morgan’s extrapolation remains especially moving and convincing. This is partly because his vision manages to successfully background daring technological advances against complex psychological, social and economic issues. An unobtrusive yet serious critique of contemporary corporate, social and religious systems gives it an additional mundane perspective that is absent in many similar texts. The digitalization of human consciousness and the subordination of the whole motif to the social and economic contexts - provides a convenient pretext for raising fundamental questions concerning humanity. This paper will attempt to analyze the most essential elements of Morgan’s vision with a special emphasis laid on how the very concepts of human identity and individualityare put to the test in the world of “altered carbon”.
Links: * interview : denofgeek.com * reviews: http://www.cyberpunkreview.com/books/cyberpunk-books/altered-carbon/ http://www.cyberpunkreview.com/altered-carbon-page-2-quotes/
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