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A worldwide diaspora has left a quarter of a million people at the foot of a space station. Cultures collide in real life and virtual reality. The city is literally a weed, its growth left unchecked. Life is cheap, and data is cheaper. When Boris Chong returns to Tel Aviv from Mars, much has changed. Boris' ex-lover is raising a strangely familiar child who can tap into the datastream of a mind with the touch of a finger. His cousin is infatuated with a robotnik--a damaged cyborg soldier who might as well be begging for parts. His father is terminally-ill with a multigenerational mind-plague. And a hunted data-vampire has followed Boris to where she is forbidden to return. Rising above them is Central Station, the interplanetary hub between all things: the constantly shifting Tel Aviv; a powerful virtual arena, and the space colonies where humanity has gone to escape the ravages of poverty and war. Everything is connected by the Others, powerful alien entities who, through the Conversation--a shifting, flowing stream of consciousness--are just the beginning of irrevocable change. At Central Station, humans and machines continue to adapt, thrive ... and even evolve.… (mere)
andreas.wpv: Lives woven together with a critical, but gentle look at humankind. Different language, and much more elaborate on the setting and characters, but similar in its storytelling.
Perhaps the most conventional of Lavie Tidhar’s novels I have read so far, Central Station is a set of interlocking stories about love and community. In relatively few pages, Tidhar portrays a fascinating, complex future for humankind. His universe is expansive but not shallow. ( )
Just when the author started to pull me in with an intriguing storyline, they started another story from another POV and it shook me out of the book again. I loved different parts of this, but felt like it didn't gel together, or resolve anything. More like a short story collection. ( )
the far future of Earth has revealed no aliens, but plenty of post-humans, many of them of military manufacture. data-vampires and robotniks and sentient old appliances walk the earth while machine intelligences pursue their own interests; genetic and cybernetic options, and religious drugs that nanochange the body, are individually distributed; adaptoplant cities spring up and fall into disuse; discarded tech piles up on the ground along with live army ordinance; random religions are everywhere, from the Way of Robot to the creator of the Others; and almost everyone is noded from birth and so linked in realtime to the great Conversation. access to the off-world settlements is easy. this is the cyberpunk of the far future, full of imaginative detail, and still asking the great question of sf: what does it mean to be human? the begging of an important series. ( )
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I first came to Central Station on a day in winter. African refugees sat on the green, expressionless. They were waiting, but for what, I didn't know. -Prologue
The smell of rain caught them unprepared. It was spring, there was that smell of jasmine and it mixed with the hum of electric buses, and there were solar gliders in the sky, like flocks of birds. -Chapter One: The Indignity of Rain
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A worldwide diaspora has left a quarter of a million people at the foot of a space station. Cultures collide in real life and virtual reality. The city is literally a weed, its growth left unchecked. Life is cheap, and data is cheaper. When Boris Chong returns to Tel Aviv from Mars, much has changed. Boris' ex-lover is raising a strangely familiar child who can tap into the datastream of a mind with the touch of a finger. His cousin is infatuated with a robotnik--a damaged cyborg soldier who might as well be begging for parts. His father is terminally-ill with a multigenerational mind-plague. And a hunted data-vampire has followed Boris to where she is forbidden to return. Rising above them is Central Station, the interplanetary hub between all things: the constantly shifting Tel Aviv; a powerful virtual arena, and the space colonies where humanity has gone to escape the ravages of poverty and war. Everything is connected by the Others, powerful alien entities who, through the Conversation--a shifting, flowing stream of consciousness--are just the beginning of irrevocable change. At Central Station, humans and machines continue to adapt, thrive ... and even evolve.
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