Giant Freakin Robot has a piece about the director who will be working on a movie adaptation of Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson’s genre-creating novel from way back in 1992. I have no real opinion on the director, but I really hope he can capture the sprawling, chaotic awesomeness that was the novel. I fear that the limits of the movie form will mean that 98% of the novel will be lost in favor of a basic action movie with SF flavors. It would be better as a trilogy, but that is perhaps too much to ask.
I’m not sure how any of Stephenson’s novels would make the transition to the screen, to be honest. Though the The Baroque Cycle would make for a hell of a television serial. (Oh please god do not let them make a movie out of those books).
Any science fiction fan can see all kinds of potential dystopian downsides to this sort of application. That said, things like this are inevitable with increased automation.
Being somewhat uncomfortable with incarcerating ever-growing percentages of the population, I am inclined to wish that our societies would find other ways to reduce the cost of prisons. However, these guards aren’t likely to be bribed or to smuggle any weapons into the prison, which is probably a good thing.
The robots in the video are fairly benign. Six generations down the line is where I will get concerned – nobody needs a robot gun turret guarding anything without some serious dangers arising.
No idea if the book is any good (it looks fun anyway). Here’s the bumpf:
IT mixes hardcore sex with hard science, conspiracy theories with conspicuous satire, mythological monsters with mutated mobsters, flesh-eating feminists with voyeuristic vampires, and creates a potent literary Tiki cocktail pulsating with pulp, planets, pulchritude, politics, and a plethora of other “p” words. This is essential end-of-the-world desert-island flashlight-under-the-covers reading, the ultimate B movie in literary form, and the most tantalizing textbook in the annals of anarchic academia.