The Last Machine in the Solar System
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Created to survive Earth’s destruction by our ever-expanding sun, Jonathan witnessed the end of life on Earth. This is his story and that of his creator, Nikolai. It is also the story of the human race, which failed to disentangle its destiny from the star that gave rise to all life-forms on Earth.
Matthew Isaac Sobin
Matthew Isaac Sobin grew up in Huntington, New York, and graduated from Tufts University with a bachelor's degree in history, with studies in astronomy and geology. He currently lives in Hayward, California, with his partner, sculptor Patricia Gonzalez, and works with the Peter Beren Literary Agency. The Last Machine in the Solar System is his first published work.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I almost didn't buy this book (for a few reasons) but in the end, I just couldn't resist the book design. I mean, look at that fantastic cover!
This book is about the end of our solar system (as we know it), and with it, the end of the human race. Eons before, a scientist created a machine, designed to exist long enough to witness these events. The machine, roughly humanoid, which he names Jonathon, lives for a time on Earth, then on the colonized and terraformed surface of Mars, before retreating to to the outer solar system to "read" his massive cache of human-authored works and wait to watch all humanity be extinguished.
To be sure, this book takes a not very optimistic view of the eventual fate of humanity. Many of Jonathon's observations of and theories on the demise of the species rang false to me, and repeatedly shook me out of the narrative. Really, with all the histories of fallen civilizations, the reason humans finally go extinct isn't war, isn't destruction of our own environment, isn't greed, it's just -- we didn't get out of the way soon enough? I mean, we knew the sun is coming for us. Surely with all our history of exploration and innovations someone was working to launch us into the clear. So what stopped them? Lack of resources? Theocratic cults assuring us that we would be saved opposing such ventures? We poured all our resources into something that failed? There had to be something, what was it?
I did like the "lonely robot contemplates the solar system" bits, but was ultimately disappointed by most of the contemplation of humanity. Needs more "soft" science. Less unappreciated male genius.
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The Last Machine in the Solar System - Matthew Isaac Sobin
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The surface was in many ways the same. Unchanged. Matter that had composed the body from time immemorial remained present. But it was reconstituted—transformed to something new. As that conversion progressed through unmarked time, molecules and atoms slowed. The slowing itself was slow, almost imperceptible to any but the most skilled, technologically advanced, and patient observer.
The light that flooded down was partly metallic. More so it was fluorescent and alien. A new phenomenon appeared: shadow projecting a figure onto canvas. Cast in sharp relief, the light touched all that had existed through the silence, and the darkness, and the long night.
It was a morning with light. Shining not from a rising star but from a steadily calibrated descent. The surface was then exposed for what it was, and that which called it home was revealed.
THE LAST MACHINE
Every fusion core, regardless of size or mass, or the outside will or desires of any entity, will eventually cease to be. It will burn up in a calamitous explosion or go out as a faltering flame in the darkness. One way or another all existence has its end. Every being with consciousness that has ever existed, whether born or made, has drawn this conclusion. This inescapable realization may cause fear or a sense of freedom. My fate cannot be any different, nor would I wish it. I have existed long beyond any but my creator would have dreamed. Soon my core will use up the hydrogen on which I depend; my humanoid body and mind will no longer function. It will occur in almost precisely the same fashion as the star for which I patiently wait. I see a beautiful symmetry in our connection—how our existences mirrored each other from beginning to death. The concept of the star gave birth to me. And now I survive while it slowly passes on.
Sometimes I wonder if the sun could have had conscious thought. What might it have done if it had? It would be unable to convert hydrogen to helium more slowly. Natural constants, or as man called them, scientific principles,
cannot be altered or avoided. There is an inexorable march that elemental interactions and cosmic forces and circumstances see through. Being conscious of your path and end makes you no more able to alter its course. That is what happened to my creator. That is why I was made. I was created to start down my own long path with its own foreseeable end. A machine tasked with surviving the unforgiving turbulence of space and ultimately to return.
I do not believe the sun had, or perhaps, if given the choice, would choose to have, the gift that is consciousness, possibly the rarest of all cosmic creations. The cooling mass in the distance is not a sympathetic character but rather an entity to be envied and admired. It existed and now dies and was never the wiser that it was the benefactor of so many. In essence, if not the creator, then it was the catalyst for such a multitude of complex and varied life-forms. Conversely, I have no such accomplishments to which I can attest, but of this fact I am distinctly aware. That is the present nature of things, of me and the sun and the thoughts that pass one way between us while I slowly close the distance separating our two bodies. I know the end of my journey approaches, and with it so too shall consciousness end in this solar system.
My creator