Book Review: “The Game” by Michael J. Sullivan (five stars)
“You’re telling me a guy with a PhD from MIT can’t tell if Troth is real or code?” “No, not at all. I’m saying he can tell, and he’s convinced Troth is alive.” “Alive?” “Sentient.”
Short story about geeks, games, and goblins. And sentience and artificial intelligence. In thirty pages Sullivan ratchets the drama and the stakes. May be appreciated best by gamers, but universal appeal.
‘The pale-gray dishwater that bore as much resemblance to coffee as the movie I, Robot did to Asimov’s book.’
Builds a world that is believable and compelling. Sullivan goes the jugular and bites deep. Satire is balanced with ethics and consequences.
“An existence that starts nowhere and goes nowhere is pointless. Appearing out of nothing and vanishing back into it—that’s not sensible.”