I like my sci fi sciency and with lots of robots. I mean, really, I want robots in my life, not just the kind that assemble car parts and deliver packages. I like the kind of robots that wait on you, clean your house, and are good at clever repartee. Kind of like Jeeves with replaceable parts.
In this third in its series, Hal Spacejock, free lance space freighter pilot extraordinaire is running out of options and money. The only jobs available on Planet Cathua are shady, illegal — not that that’s a bad thing, mind you — but ones pretty likely to land him in hot water, but now that the local loan shark is after him, using for their muscle a huge unpleasant robot with a penchant for destruction, he is forced to take an iffy job from the biggest robot builder on the planet. That job would be delivering a sealed shipment to a distant yuk-a-toid planet where there is an operation that refurbs parts and reships them. Along for the ride is an elderly robot, a bit rusty around the seams, but who (which?) still has all his brain parts functioning very well.
Unfortunately, the place for repairs on that planet turns out to be a chop shop, and poor Clunk, the robot, is supposed to be chopped up, not given a class on modern technology. Well, Hal can’t let this happen, especially when his return load is all refabbed parts, not the new ones the robot company claims to use.
So there is lots of thriller stuff, lots of funny conversation, and frankly my dears, Clunk is way smarter than his dented parts would suggest.
A totally fun read, a quasi thriller that doesn’t take itself too seriously, so neither should we. But be prepared, I am neck deep in a Peter Watts sci fi series, and that DOES take itself VERY seriously.
OK, dear ones, see you on the flip side.