Lonely Power Armor, by Tim Akers
10 Oct 2024The Book
Synopsis:
The war ended, the soldiers died, the universe moved on. But no one told the weapons that outlived their masters. When a young girl befriends a suit of long-forgotten power armor, it leads to dire consequences for her village, and the world.
My Review
Lonely Power Armor is an interesting sci-fi novella, written by Tim Akers, a piece that explores the clash between advance technology and tradition. A style that remembers to Elder Race, by Adrian Tchaikovsky, mixing fantasy and sci-fi in a way that is the best example of "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic", while weaving an interesting story.
The war ended, but nothing changed for a power-armor; nobody told them, and they continued executing the same protocol for thousands of years. All changes when a small girl ends befriending this armor, breaking that routine and leading to consequences she couldn't imagine for her village; a clash between an advance technology and a society that is on a medieval tech level.
Akers interestingly change between the point of view of the armor and another one centered around the girl; giving a distinct voice to each one, reflecting how their technological level makes the perspective change. The armor is mostly cold steel and no feelings, but we can see how they develops a bond with their operators, but mostly ignores the value of most organic life; in contrast with the girl, which even with those whose acts are more despicable, she has empathy.
A fast-paced novella, with a clear and accessible prose, and that does an excellent job of playing with contrast between different levels of technology. Akers has written a great story, and a brilliant piece to read in one sit.
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The Author/s
Tim Akers
Tim Akers was born in deeply rural North Carolina, the only son of a theologian, and the last in a long line of telephony princes, tourist attraction barons, and gruff Scottish bankers. He moved to Chicago for college, and stayed to pursue his lifelong obsession with apocalyptic winters. He lives (nay, flourishes) with his brilliant, tolerant, loving wife. He splits his time between pewter miniatures and fountain pens.