Daniel "Robot Uprising" Wilson's debut story: "The Nostalgist"

Tor.com has just published Daniel H Wilson's debut short story, "The Nostalgist," and it's a lovely, sweet and sad piece of pinnocchiopunk. You probably know Wilson from his immensely popular nonfiction books, How To Survive a Robot Uprising: Tips on Defending Yourself Against the Coming Rebellion and Where's My Jetpack?: A Guide to the Amazing Science Fiction Future that Never Arrived . Daniel's got a PhD in robotics from CMU, and a poet's soul, which is an unbeatable combination.

Liz Gorinsky, Daniel's editor at Tor, adds, "Within the next few days, we'll also be running a video/visual arts/poetry contest that asks our readers to demonstrate why they should be spared by the incoming robot overlord."

He was an old man who lived in a modest gonfab, and over the last eighty hours his Eyes™ and Ears™ had begun to fail. In the first forty hours, he had ignored the increasingly strident sounds of the city of Vanille and focused on teaching the boy who lived with him. But after another forty hours the old man could no longer stand the Doppler-affected murmur of travelers on the slidewalks outside, and the sight of the boy's familiar deformities became overwhelming. It made the boy sad to see the old man's stifled revulsion, so he busied himself by sliding the hanging plastic sheets of the inflatable dwelling into layers that dampened the street noise. The semitransparent veils were stiff with grime and they hung still and useless like furled, ruined sails.

The old man was gnarled and bent, and his tendons were like taut cords beneath the skin of his arms. He wore a soiled white undershirt and his sagging chest bristled with gray hairs. A smooth patch of pink skin occupied a hollow under his left collar bone, marking the place where a rifle slug had passed cleanly through many decades before. He had been a father, an engineer, and a war-fighter, but for many years now he had lived peacefully with the boy.

Everything about the old man was natural and wrinkled except for his Eyes™ and Ears™, thick glasses resting on the creased bridge of his nose and two flesh-colored buds nestled in his ears. They were battered technological artifacts that captured sights and sounds and sanitized every visual and auditory experience. The old man sometimes wondered whether he could bear to live without these artifacts. He did not think so.

"Grandpa," the boy said as he arranged the yellowed plastic curtains. "Today I will visit Vanille City and buy you new Eyes™ and Ears™."

The Nostalgist (Thanks, Liz!)

[#1 posted by harropmike, July 29, 2009 7:29 AM]

Hi. My Italian friends are asking what is today's definition of "pinocchiopunk" ?
See article by Cory Doctorow.
They have Pinocchio and they have Punk, but not together.
Cheers
Mike

[#2 posted by Rotwang, July 29, 2009 8:01 AM]

Thanks, that was an excellent read.

[#3 posted by JEM, July 29, 2009 9:40 AM]

cool illustration. sam webber? it's nice to credit artists.

[#4 posted by annacamille, July 29, 2009 10:43 AM]

Agreed, a great read and neat illustration. The story is poignant and touching.

[#5 posted by Jaycatt, July 29, 2009 10:51 AM]

Very touching story, I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing. I'd really love to see a whole novel around the subject, as the story by itself left me with questions. They didn't need answering, but it would have been fun if they were :)

[#6 posted by MrsBug, July 29, 2009 11:09 AM]

Wow, powerful story. Thanks for sharing it. I've been on Tor's list for about a year now after reading about it here. :)

[#7 posted by TheMostHorrible, July 29, 2009 11:58 AM]

Great story!
Isn't Daniel H. Wilson the inventor of the Pandalase™?