IBM is stopping me from reading Machines Like Me

For weeks I’ve been earnestly waiting for the release of Ian McEwan’s latest novel, Machines Like Me. McEwan is one of my favourite authors, he has an uncanny ability to be able to build a series of apparently independent scenes which, only when reviewed in the full context of the story, mesh beautifully with the theme of the novel. So when it was announced that he was to release a science-fiction novel I was ecstatic, especially one dealing with artificial intelligence. So, when it arrived I jumped straight in.

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What’s in a name?

Like any twenty-first century man, I’m too focused and important to be bothered by the minutia of every day life. Time which should be spent tending to my micro-avocado farm is wasted having to deal with such things as electric bills, TV licenses, doctors appointments and the other thousand things which keep my house standing, food on my table, and my son arriving at school on time every morning.

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