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Peter Grant is facing fatherhood, and an uncertain future, with equal amounts of panic and enthusiasm. Rather than sit around, he takes a job with émigré Silicon Valley tech genius Terrence Skinner's brand new London start up - the Serious Cybernetics Company.
Drawn into the orbit of Old Street's famous 'silicon roundabout', Peter must learn how to blend in with people who are both civilians and geekier than he is. Compared to his last job, Peter thinks it should be a doddle. But magic is not finished with Mama Grant's favourite son.
Because Terrence Skinner has a secret hidden in the bowels of the SCC. A technology that stretches back to Ada Lovelace and Charles Babbage, and forward to the future of artificial intelligence. A secret that is just as magical as it technological - and just as dangerous.
349 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 20, 2020
“What have we got to lose?’ I said.By book 8 in any series, you’re either a fan or are wasting your time.
Nightingale looked up and gave me a strange, sad smile.
‘Oh, everything, Peter,’ he said. ‘But then, such is life.”
After the initial bumpy 25% of the book I managed to get into the story and got a kick out of it - but it did take the seven books worth of acquired fandom to get through the rough beginning, and had I not been a fan, I probably would have put it down.
- Has Peter always been this... well... emotionally underdeveloped? I’ve always got a kick out of his dry humor and a healthy dose of self-deprecation and his Millenial-ness (yup, that’s a word, I swear) - but once I think about it there has not been much emotional growth there since the first book in the series. I suspect it’s this emotional detachment that had me rooting for Stephen and Mrs. Chin over Peter and Nightingale here.
“He’d obviously wanted to tell someone about it for a long time and I was a convenient ear.———————-
I get that a lot. Stephanopoulos calls it my secret weapon.
‘It’s that vacant expression,’ she’d said. ‘People just want to fill the empty void.”
“Stop, police!’ I shouted, on the basis that one of these days it was going to have the right effect.”