A gritty blend of salty crime noir and hard science fiction, Upload plays loose and fast with the rules of genre. The result is a character driven dash for answers in a world where murder is obsolete and all the clues hint at something far more sinister in the works.
A gritty blend of salty crime noir and hard science fiction, Upload plays loose and fast with the rules of genre. The result is a character driven dash for answers in a world where murder is obsolete and all the clues hint at something far more sinister in the works.
Voice, the character of the narrator, is everything when it comes to prose. It is even more so when writing in the first person, and Meredith has it in spades. It's gruff, powerful, with a cynical edge; it screams "noir thriller" without aping the tropes. Characters and concepts are introduced skilfully, providing information without weighing down the narrative with excessive exposition. On the whole, a convincingly written thriller; the science-fiction element, in the form of the practice of cloning oneself, becomes almost a natural part of the scenery, slipped in with such ease that one doesn't realise one's disbelief has been suspended to accommodate it.
Voice, the character of the narrator, is everything when it comes to prose. It is even more so when writing in the first person, and Meredith has it in spades. It's gruff, powerful, with a cynical edge; it screams "noir thriller" without aping the tropes. Characters and concepts are introduced skilfully, providing information without weighing down the narrative with excessive exposition. On the whole, a convincingly written thriller; the science-fiction element, in the form of the practice of cloning oneself, becomes almost a natural part of the scenery, slipped in with such ease that one doesn't realise one's disbelief has been suspended to accommodate it.
It’s 7:48 in the morning, I haven’t even had my coffee yet, and I’m watching as they’re hauling my body out of the river. I’m an Upload, a clone. They’ve mapped my genes, replicated my DNA, made a copy, and now I need to solve my own murder.
It’s 7:48 in the morning, I haven’t even had my coffee yet, and I’m watching as they’re hauling my body out of the river. I’m an Upload, a clone. They’ve mapped my genes, replicated my DNA, made a copy, and now I need to solve my own murder.