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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
50 in '05©
Number Three:
Red Dwarf:
Better Than Life

By Grant Naylor


When we left David Lister, he had gone from Saturn to Deep Space to Bedford Falls. Now he must fight vicious polymorphs, travel through a black hole, and play pool with planets, and eventually fulfill his destiny and become King of the Cockroaches.

An excerpt:

Back in the twenty-first century, as robotic life became more and more sophisticated, it was generally accepted that something was needed to keep the droids in check. For the most part they were stronger, and often more intelligent, than human beings: why should they submit to second-class status, to a lifetime of drudgery and service?

Many of them didn't. Many of them rebelled.

Then it occurred to a bright young systems analyst at Android International that the best way to keep the robots subdued was to give them religion.

Hallelujah!

The concept of Silicon Heaven was born. A belief chip was implanted into every droid that now came off the production line.

The concept ran thus: if machines served their human masters with diligence and dedication, they would attain everlasting life in mechanical paradise when their components finally ran down. In Silicon Heaven, they would be reunited with their electronic loved ones. It was a place where the hard drive never crashed, the laser printer always had enough toner and the photocopier never had a paper jam.

At last they had solace. They were every bit as exploited as they'd always been, but now they believed there was some kind of justice at the end of it all.

no fair reading 49 Red Dwarf books. This passage isn't very subtle. Meg and I saw In Good Company and we both liked it GUY
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