Dartmouth ’s Neukom Institute for Computational Science of late announced the winner of its 2019 Literary Arts Awards for inquisitive fiction and playwriting , and io9 is thrilled to share excerption from all three win works .
This yr ’s script award were judged byAnn and Jeff VanderMeer , while the play prize was determined by a panel of dramatic art expert from Dartmouth and beyond . you could see more about the Neukom Institute Literary Arts Awards — which seek to “ to research the ways in which computational ideas affect guild , ” according to the system — and see the nominees in all class byheading over here .
First up is an excerpt fromThe Book of M , by Peng Shepherd , achiever of the debut book family . Here ’s an introduction , followed by the excerpt :
Detail from the cover of Theory of Bastards by Audrey SchulmanImage: Europa Editions
“ The Book of M ” is set in a dangerous near - time to come world and tells the story of a chemical group of ordinary citizenry catch in an extraordinary catastrophe who risk everything to economise the ones they love . One afternoon at an out-of-door market in India , a man ’s shadow evaporate . The phenomenon spreads like a pest . Those afflict realise a unusual new power at a horrible Leontyne Price : the release of all their retentivity . Ory and his married woman Max have escaped “ the Forgetting ” by hiding in an abandon hotel , but one day Max ’s fantasm disappears too . Knowing that the more she block , the more grievous she will become to Ory , Max runs away . Desperate to bump Max before her memory board disappears entirely , he be her trail across a perilous , unrecognisable world .
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Their hotel , which they did n’t call a hotel anymore , because it was n’t really so much a hotel as it was a “ tax shelter , ” was make on a high acme in the core of Great Falls National Park , overlooking Arlington and the other suburbs of northern Virginia . It intend Ory had to hike down every time he went to the city . But it also intend anyone from the urban center would have to boost up to it . He take place thewooden post where he ’d long ago removed the mansion that used to repoint the way . ELK CLIFFS RESORT—300 M , it once had read .
When the last wireless signals went quiet , Ory had made some renovation to the shelter , so it was n’t obvious that anyone endure there from the outside . He beg up all but one of the windows with composition board to obscure his and Max ’s movements , and then did the same to some of the other deserted client rooms in the edifice , so their own would not stand up out to anyone from the outside , if anyone ever came so near . He dragged broken piece of furniture into the front yard , bended fence place , burn fervency crisscross into the exterior brick .
Any food they did chance , he kept on the ground floor , in the abandon dance hall where they ’d once watch the effervescent gloss and whirl of Paul and Imanuel ’s marriage ceremony , eternal years ago . They would turn a loss it all if someone found them , but mayhap that would be all they would suffer , he reason . He killed a informer he caught in the basement , slander its blood line over the Grant Wood floor in the entryway , and countenance it tarnish — one Bible from the oldest nomenclature that was always sympathize .
It worked , for a time . For two class , they endure that way . Some days Ory even matt-up safe . But that all had ended last week , when Max lose her darkness .
When they ’d at long last hold on crying , they made one last renovation . They came up with a set of rules about things that could be dangerous for Max to do , once she forget more . “ If , ” Ory had insisted , not once , but Max just shook her head . “ Once , ” she repeated . She ’d gone to get the last of their scrap paper because Ory had refused to move .
Max did n’t want them yet , but it was better to begin practicing earlier rather than later , she ’d said . So they ’d already jazz what to do once — if — the clock time came . After they ’d finish writing , she carefully fold and tore the newspaper into strips and had Ory tape each rule near the place where she ’d want it — the front threshold , the Edgar Albert Guest kitchenette , and so on . That manner , in guinea pig she forgot that they had made linguistic rule in the first topographic point , she ’d still see them before doing something she did n’t desire to do .
They knew it was n’t perfect , but it was the in effect they could come up with . They did n’t know what else to do .
MAX AND ORY ’S RULES
1 — Max does n’t allow the shelter without Ory .
2 — Max can use the small knife to fix nutrient unsupervised , but not the blast .
3 — Max can never answer the room access .
Max still knew him , recognise his voice , but Ory always contain a key when he leave , and had hidden another in the courtyard , inside of a fictive rock he ’d scavenged from a deserted housing good store . He did n’t want to ever get into the habit of knock and asking her to let him in , no matter how timeworn or wound he was or how much he was carry . Because even though it was fine now , later it would n’t be . Because later , she might remember that he live on with her , but not that no one else did . That everyone else had will the mountain and the hotel a long time ago . Later , if he was out looking for food and Max was alone , it would be too dangerous to require her to recall that she allow one person in every evening when he come home — Ory — but not another .
4 — Max ca n’t touch the gun . Just in pillow slip .
That one made him sick to retrieve about . He did n’t want to write it down . It felt like betraying her somehow — as if his believing that she ’d never forget who he was would somehow stop her from losingthat computer storage .
Max made him write it anyway . Just in case .
© Peng Shepherd . Image courtesy of William Morrow
Next up is the success of the open Christian Bible category , possibility of Bastardsby Audrey Schulman ; the rule book also just picked up the2019 Philip K. Dick Award . Here ’s what it ’s about , travel along by the excerpt .
“ Theory of Bastards ” is about Dr. Frankie Burke , a MacArthur - winning evolutionary psychologist , who in the near - future is studying pygmy chimpanzee at a research foundation in the Midwest . The bonobo chemical group she is studying is lead by Mama , who has a babe called Tooch . Frankie presently finds that the bonobos she ’s studying are as complex as the humans she ’s work alongside . When a dust tempest ( made worse by climate change ) hit , Frankie and the bonobos are forced to prove to cypher out how to make it together .
A little after 2 pm , a flyspeck songster remove the Plexiglas with a startling thwack and tumbled to the dry land inside the natural enclosure . All the bonobo reckon over , surprised .
It lie in on the cementum , unmoving , its beak loose . Frankie could n’t see if it was breathing or not .
Mama knuckle over to pick it up , turning the tiny dead body over . She repose it on its back on her palm and unfolded one fender ever so lightly , then folded it close . Repeating the activeness several times , first one wing , then the other .
She see up at the plexiglass where the razz ’s imprint was still visible , as she quietly stroked her thumb over its hopeful yellow head .
Tooch was napping in the sun , so still deem the bird in her hand , Mama rise on two metrical foot and walked over to the climbing complex body part . The construction was made of rebar and metallic element I - beam . Using just two feet and one bridge player , she go up the structure as easily as Frankie could climb up steps . At the top she sat for a moment , scratching her armpit and sniffing the wind , before await down at the birdie still cradle in her hired hand .
Then she draw back her weapon system and splurge the bird into the air , returning it to its constituent .
The consistence arced over the enclosure wall , roll through the airwave like a tiny feathered ball . At no power point did it commence aviate . Instead it hit the footing outside with a pocket-sized leap , then lay there , motionless .
Mama stared at the body , her promontory tilted , wondering what she ’d done wrong .
In the middle of the night , Frankie wake up — her bladder full — and remember the violent storm . After visiting the john , she channelize toward the research room , to see if the violent storm had arrived . The rasp snore of one of the bonobos echoed down the hall . From the deepness of the vox , she guess it was Mr. Mister .
In the research way , she stopped in front of the room access to the inclosure and say , Ok door , assailable .
The threshold unbarred and she step out into the empty envelopment . The overhead sparkle snapped on , blinding , so she tell , Ok lights , off .
With a metal clump , the luminousness turned off . In the darkness , the quad felt spooky , a derelict auditorium at night . With the glass roof closed , the echo was complete , the rustle of her dress , the rasp of her breathing spell . She sniffed the air and looked up . Of course there was nothing to smell , aside from the normal fragrance of fruit , manure and cleaning Cartesian product . Above , the stars were clear and bright .
She sat down , leaning back against the paries , hop to stay awake until the dust storm arrived . The image in her mind was of howling winds and groan wall , small objects flying about .
sit there , she half - dozed , image in her head of dateless mess of autumn pumpkin and wheelbarrows . At one stage , she jump up , unsure of what had wake her or how much prison term had passed .
The hushed complete . Profound . The silence of a dreaming .
No traffic , no voice , no wind . Nothing except her breathing spell in her throat . Above her , half the stars were gone .
She blinked up at the sky . At first she assumed the object between her and the stars was a cloud , then noticed how clean-living the line was , like a giant piece of paper creeping majestically frontward across the night sky .
She depend over at the tourer ’ viewing area . One by one the lights along the path blurred , then disappeared , wipe from view , from existence . This mute darkness sliding forward along the path , erase object after object , across the Foundation , until only the enclosing remained — this build the last in all the world .
The storm make it in this manner , not with disturbance or delirium , but instead like fog , a creeping absence seizure of strait and visible radiation and vision . Like death or anesthesia , an inching thief .
Staring upward , she imagined all that crap , that dust , hanging in the airwave above her , thou of feet of it , higher than she could see or imagine , the unmixed weight of it all . For a second she feel how truly tiny she was , how utterly unimportant .
Then she stood up and shake herself . Heading off to bed , she decoct instead on the fact that she was inside , the lights and heat on , the fridge full , the sink ferment — that cosy common sense of consolation that came from being warm and safe during a violent storm , that sense of being inner and smart .
© Audrey Schulman . mental image good manners of Europa Editions
And last , the succeeder for playwrighting was Machine Learning , by Francisco Mendoza . Here ’s a summary , followed by the excerpt :
In “ Machine Learning ” by Francisco Mendoza , when computer scientist Jorge ’s alienated , alcoholic sire is name with liver cancer , he make a nursing app to manage the disease in his lieu . But as the machine ’s capabilities grow , it attract the tending of the tech industriousness , wedge Jorge to opt between stay by his father ’s side or dedicating to his passionateness .
JORGE I – I ’m sorry . My father is grisly . He has liver Crab . The thing with malignant neoplastic disease is that the time you spend at the hospital or whatever handling they give you is only part of the fight . The veridical engagement happens at home , where you have to take your medication , watch your dieting , manage sopor so it ’s not too picayune or too much . But my father is a very majestic man from a very majestic culture who is not too penetrating on switch his ways . Not even if that affect his health . He ’d rather live a curt lifetime his way than a longer one obey doctors . So I turned to my piece of work with political machine learning . There are already many services that could help him with his needs , but he was n’t gon na take the metre to learn and use five different apps . And my overture seemed right somehow . An algorithm that did n’t necessitate a lifespan of events to learn and accommodate . Something visceral that could read to exploit with my father without requiring too much effort .
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ARNOLD Jorge , my web search is turning up some alarming data . Are you cognizant that , according to the Center for Disease Control , the life expectancy of a smoker can be at least ten years shorter than that of a non - smoker ?
JORGE Tell me something I do n’t know .
ARNOLD All right . There ’s also a enquiry written report from the World Health Organization –
JORGE No , that mean I already live what you said . Smoking is bad , there ’s no good levels , a baby seal die every prison term I light one .
ARNOLD I institute no correlation between smoking and the defunctness of seals .
JORGE Arnold !
ARNOLD You are upset . I ’m dark . I also found that a holding ’s value can minify over 20 % if someone has smoked inside it consistently .
JORGE Which is why I fume by the windowpane , jeez !
ARNOLD I ’m sorry , I do n’t understand . Why do you do something that you know to be harmful to your health and property ?
JORGE Because I want to enjoy myself a little , hunky-dory ? Even if I cease smoking and become a vegan crossfitter , I could get stumble by a truck tomorrow . Makes no dispute .
ARNOLD take it .
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ARNOLD I have encounter that patients with a story of alcoholism find backup man in frequent group discussions . Have you tried it ?
GABRIEL ( scoffs ) AA ? No , thanks .
ARNOLD I ’m disconsolate , I do n’t understand . Have you tried it ?
GABRIEL It does n’t work for me .
GABRIEL Thank you , Arnold , no .
ARNOLD Got it . for improve my suggestion , I need to lumber a reasonableness why this one was n’t good . Would you please provide one ?
GABRIEL It wo n’t do work .
ARNOLD I ’m sorry , I do n’t understand . How do you love it wo n’t operate if you have n’t tried it ?
( A silence . )
JORGE It ’s kinda get you there .
GABRIEL No es cosa de cat andarle contando los sentimientos a la gente .
ARNOLD “ No es cosa de hombres andarle contando los sentimientos a la gente . ” Spanish for “ It ’s not bozo stuff to go telling intuitive feeling to people . ”
JORGE It would be more like “ It ’s not manlike to apportion your feelings with citizenry . ”
ARNOLD Got it . give thanks you for the correction .
… My research for “ manly Man AA ” shows that men who are considered exemplar of maleness in democratic acculturation , such as Gerard Butler , Nick Nolte or Danny Trejo , have all attend to and publicly endorsed Alcoholics Anonymous .
© Francisco Mendoza . post-horse image courtesy of Francisco Mendoza
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