{"id":4001,"date":"2022-05-16T12:05:03","date_gmt":"2022-05-16T12:05:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=4001"},"modified":"2022-05-28T12:11:47","modified_gmt":"2022-05-28T12:11:47","slug":"a-manual-on-different-options-of-how-to-bring-a-loved-one-to-life-by-oyedotun-damilola-muees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=4001","title":{"rendered":"A Manual on Different Options of How to Bring A Loved One to Life by Oyedotun Damilola Muees"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

A Manual on Different Options of How to Bring A Loved One to Life<\/em><\/strong> by Oyedotun Damilola Muees <\/em><\/strong>(Clarkesworld<\/em> #188, May 2022) opens with the protagonist of the story, Harafat, joining a Telegram group in an attempt to buy a prosthetic body for her sister (whose consciousness has been uploaded onto a hard drive). Eventually, Harafat and a friend called Tutu go a nightclub to meet a contact called The Owl:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sticky bodies bumped into her as she shoved her way through flesh and metal and cloth. The west wing was somewhat silent. Cyborgs and humans engaged in drugs\u2014MDMA, ecstasy, nootropics. She knew these drugs, a department of Greencorps manufactured them. An emo girl wearing a mohawk approached her, asking if she was in need of company, leering at her.
\u201cCome with me,\u201d the emo girl commanded. \u201cThe Owl awaits you.\u201d
Walking through a passage with graffiti on the wall, Harafat looked back, heart beating in fear of the unknown. She entered a room peopled with AI, cyborgs, and humans. The dim lights made it hard to see their faces.
\u201cWhere\u2019s the place?\u201d Harafat asked.
\u201cSee for yourself.\u201d
Everyone there was engaged in teledildonics. They wore helmets with transparent tethered wires rooted into both sides of a device: an intercourse headware. According to the media, this device had been banned. Moaning clogged all around.
Her phone buzzed, Are you enjoying the view?<\/em>  pp. 88-89<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The Owl offers Harafat a prosthetic body for her sister if Harafat can get access to \u201cFloor Zero\u201d of her company, Greencorps (who do nanotech engineering and prosthetics, etc.) or, alternatively, she can do a \u201cwetwork\u201d job, i.e. kill someone for them. Harafat goes for the first option and (spoiler) later seduces the new nanotech engineer who works on Floor Zero; she eventually manages to convince the engineer to take her there.
When a fire later breaks out in that location, something called \u201cthe suit\u201d goes missing and, after this, Harafat\u2019s sister gets her robotic body. During the period she is getting used to it, she expresses a desire to kill the boss of Greencorps.
Harafat is then arrested during the ensuing enquiry, but the suit, disguised as one of the security men, appears and frees her:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

More security personnel filed out with rifles, shooting the security man who kept walking. He shielded Harafat from sporadic shootings. They reached the building exit when the security man\u2019s body began to jerk. Behind them, another security officer turned on an EMP: this was the only way to confirm that the strange man was an AI. It changed to different people, including Azeezat. Distorted silver tins, crumpled face, elastic stomach, and limp feet. The AI kept changing until it became liquid, slithering toward an opening, finding its way beneath the water pipes. Harafat bolted.  p. 93<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Harafat escapes and disappears, time passes, and she later opens a flower shop. When she is visited by a man who says he\u2019ll be looking out for her, it becomes obvious the visitor is Harafat\u2019s sister, and the robotic body she was provided with is the suit (which she has since been using to conduct a guerrilla war against Greencorps).
This all reads, unfortunately, like formulaic cyberpunk with a bit of Terminator 2<\/em> mixed in (see the passage directly above). The story also has one or two distracting stylistic quirks: the chapter headings have too long titles, and they also use non-continuous numbers\u201411, 07, 13, 20, 23, 31, 42 56\u2014which are presumably meant to give the impression we are only seeing snapshots of the action). I suppose this is competently executed, but I remained entirely uninvolved throughout: write what you know, I think (and use shorter titles).
* (Mediocre). 4,050 words. Story link<\/a>.

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