Saturn’s Children
Look, do you really want a detailed description of two sex robots going at it like a pair of bonobos on day release from celibacy camp in front of an audience of jaded aristocrats? What was that? You’ll have to speak up. I can’t quite hear you, you’ll have to try not to breathe so hard.—What are you—some kind of voyeur? Fuck Off!
I’ve finally caught up on the much talked about and slightly hyped Saturn’s Children by Charles Stross. It was listed on a Tor list of kinky scifi sex and I seem to recall seeing it mentioned elsewhere as putting the Barbarella back into scifi. Then there’s the eye-catching cover.
So is there anything more to this book than just an excuse for sex in microgravity? Well, yeah, of course! It’s Charles Stross so it’s packed full of awesome original world building and mind blowing ideas. And an excuse for sex in microgravity. But it’s very funny sex in microgravity and in fact I think Stross might have held back on where he could have gone with the robot sex gags and managed to keep things reasonably decent.
So anyway, Saturn’s Children is set in the twenty-fourth or twenty-fifth-ish century a couple of hundred years after humans mysteriously went extinct. However, in their wake is a civilisation of robots continuing to kind-of do the work of their masters – when they’re not enslaving each other and getting up to no good.
Freya Nakamachi-47 is a femmebot who sadly seems to have missed out on carrying out her primary function which was to – you know, ahem, do it with human men. Instead she roams listlessly around the solar system until she is recruited by a butler-bot and finds herself in the middle of a conspiracy of galactic proportions, fighting for her life while she tries to piece together what’s going on. Along for the ride are the memories in her sibling’s soul chip, various dwarves, a couple of mining robots, some nasty robotic dominatrixes and anime-aristocrats and countless other sentient fixtures, some of whom have unusual sex lives.
The premise for the robot sex stuff is that robot brains are electronic facsimiles of human brains, complete with many of the autonomic responses of humans. Apparently, it was the only way we could manage to manufacture anything approaching a human consciousness in a machine (seems reasonable to me). So as a result, the robots are a little bit more human than we might expect.
As you might guess, the whole thing is a little tongue-in-cheek and Stross has a lot of fun playing with the idea of horny robots but also inevitably does reflect a bit on human nature. I enjoy some of his more absurd moments like the mental image of Freya earnestly playing the bouzouki during a Hungarian folk revival.
Anyway, as usual I recommend yet another Charles Stross book. This one is a real original and very enjoyable.



