Android's Dream

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A human diplomat kills his alien counterpart. Earth is on the verge of war with a vastly superior alien race. A lone man races against time and a host of enemies to find the one object that can save our planet and our people from alien enslavement...

A sheep.

That's right, a sheep. And if you think that's the most surprising thing about this book, wait until you read Chapter One. Welcome to The Android's ...

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A human diplomat kills his alien counterpart. Earth is on the verge of war with a vastly superior alien race. A lone man races against time and a host of enemies to find the one object that can save our planet and our people from alien enslavement...

A sheep.

That's right, a sheep. And if you think that's the most surprising thing about this book, wait until you read Chapter One. Welcome to The Android's Dream.

For Harry Creek, it's quickly becoming a nightmare. All he wants is to do his uncomplicated mid-level diplomatic job with Earth's State Department. But his past training and skills get him tapped to save the planet--and to protect pet store owner Robin Baker, whose own past holds the key to the whereabouts of that lost sheep. Doing both will take him from lava-strewn battlefields to alien halls of power. All in a day's work. Maybe it's time for a raise.

Throw in two-timing freelance mercenaries, political lobbyists with megalomaniac tendencies, aliens on a religious quest, and an artificial intelligence with unusual backstory, and you've got more than just your usual science fiction adventure story.

You've got The Android's Dream.

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What do alien-killing flatulence, humans bio-engineered with the DNA of farm animals, the apostle Ted Nugent, and a bogus religion founded by a struggling science fiction writer have in common? They're all fundamental elements of John Scalzi's newest novel, an uproarious comedy about an imminent interplanetary war between mankind and a race of manipulative reptilian humanoids. The Android's Dream proves once and for all that while Scalzi may have a multitude of bats in his belfry, he is an incomparable storytelling genius. A dramatic departure from Scalzi's earlier, more conventional works (Old Man's War and The Ghost Brigades), The Android's Dream is a satirical tour de force that mixes military sci fi with space opera parody. The Nidu are a sentient, lizard-like race of traders who have been taking advantage of humankind's benevolence for generations. After a Nidu trade representative mysteriously dies during negotiations (killed by an inaudible discharge of human intestinal gas), a diplomatic crisis ensues that brings the two civilizations to the verge of all-out war. The only man who can divert the pointless death of millions of innocents is Horatio "Harry" Creek, an enigmatic war hero whose mission is as bizarre as it is impossible: to track down a rare breed of sheep used in the Nidu's coronation ceremony. The novel's very first sentences give readers a good indication of the sidesplitting antics to come: "Dirk Moeller didn't know if he could fart his way into a major diplomatic incident. But he was ready to find out." Fans of authors with twisted senses of humor -- like Terry Pratchett, Paul Di Filippo, Cory Doctorow, et al. -- will absolutely be delighted by The Android's Dream. Isaac Asimov meets Monty Python's Flying Circus. (Scratch-and-sniff editions are, thankfully, not available.) Paul Goat Allen
Publishers Weekly
Scalzi's swashbuckling satire of interstellar diplomacy (after 2005's Old Man's War) stars Harry Creek, a low-level State Department deliverer of bad news to alien ambassadors to Earth who's also a war hero and a computer genius. When Earth faces destruction over a diplomatic faux pas with the Nidu alien race, Harry must find and deliver the Android's Dream, an electric-blue breed of sheep, to the Nidu for their coronation ceremony. Dodging Defense Department assassins and Nidu space marines, Harry and Robin Baker, a pet shop owner with sheep DNA in her genes, flee Earth and find their own way to attend the Nidu crowning. Also on the quest for the sheep are disciples of the Church of the Evolved Lamb-founded by an early 21st-century SF writer of "modest talents." With plenty of alien gore to satisfy fans of military SF and inventive jabs at pretend patriotism and self-serving civil service, Scalzi delivers an effervescent but intelligent romp. (Nov.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
When a human diplomat causes the death of an alien counterpart, the aliens threaten war unless Earth's government can present them with a particular kind of sheep used in their race's coronation ceremony. War hero and superhacker Harry Creek, along with his friend Brian Javna (now an artificial intelligence), tracks down the sheep, only to discover that it is, in fact, Robin Baker, a pet store owner whose DNA contains remnants of sheep genetic material. While Creek and Javna attempt to find a way around their dilemma, other forces are searching for Baker-and they don't care whether she's dead or alive. The author of Old Man's War delivers a tongue-in-cheek sf adventure that delivers serious action and intrigue as well as clever comedic barbs aimed at diplomatic airs, sf cults, and other foibles of the modern era. A good choice for most sf collections. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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"Gripping and surpassingly original. It's Starship Troopers without the lectures. It's The Forever War with better sex. It's funny, it's sad, and it's true." —Cory Doctorow on Old Man's War

"Astonishingly proficient…This virtuoso debut pays tribute to SF's past while showing that well-worn tropes still can have real zip when they're approached with ingenuity." —Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Old Man's War

"Solid…[Scalzi] sidesteps most of the cliches of military science fiction, delivers fast-paced scenes of combat and pays attention to the science underpinning his premise." —San Francisco Chronicle on Old Man's War

"Smartly conceived and thoroughly entertaining, Old Man's War is a splendid novel." —Cleveland Plain Dealer

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765348289
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 10/30/2007
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 292,301
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.68 (h) x 1.12 (d)

Meet the Author

John Scalzi
John Scalzi is the author of several SF novels including the bestselling Old Man’s War sequence, comprising Old Man’s War, The Ghost Brigades, and the New York Times-bestselling The Last Colony. He is a winner of science fiction’s John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer, and he won the Hugo Award for Your Hate Mail Will Be Graded, a collection of essays from his popular blog Whatever. His latest novel, Fuzzy Nation, hit the New York Times bestseller list in its first week on sale. He lives in Ohio with his wife and daughter.
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The Android's Dream

By Scalzi, John

Tor Books

Copyright © 2006

Scalzi, John

All right reserved.

ISBN: 0765309416

Chapter One
Dirk Moeller didn't know if he could fart his way into a major diplomatic incident. But he was ready to find out.
Moeller nodded absentmindedly at his assistant, who placed the schedule of today's negotiations in front of him, and shifted again in his chair. The tissue surrounding the apparatus itched, but there's no getting around the fact that a ten-centimeter tube of metal and electronics positioned inside your colon, a mere inch or two inside your rectum, is going to cause some discomfort.
This much was made clear to Moeller when he was presented with the apparatus by Fixer. "The principle is simple," Fixer said, handing the slightly curved thing to Moeller. "You pass gas like you normally do, but instead of leaving your body, the gas enters into that forward compartment. The compartment closes off, passes the gas into second department, where additional chemical components are added, depending on the message you're trying to send. Then it's shunted into the third compartment, where the whole mess waits for your signal. Pop the cork, off it goes. You interact with it through a wireless interface. Everything's there. All you have to do is install it."
"Does it hurt?" Moeller asked. "The installation, I mean."
Fixer rolled his eyes. "You're shoving a miniature chemistry lab up your ass,Mr. Moeller," Fixer said. "Of course it's going to hurt." And it did.
Despite that fact, it was an impressive piece of technology. Fixer had created it by adapting it from blueprints he found in the National Archives, dating to when the Nidu and humans made first contact, decades back. The original inventor was a chemical engineer with ideas of bringing the two races together in a concert that featured humans, with the original versions of the apparatus placed near their tracheas, belching out scented messages of friendship.
The plan fell apart because no reputable human chorus wanted to be associated with the concert; something about the combination of sustained vocal outgassing and the throat surgery required to install the apparatuses made it rather less than appealing. Shortly thereafter the chemical engineer found himself occupied with a federal investigation into the nonprofit he had created to organize the concert, and then with a term in minimum security prison for fraud and tax evasion. The apparatus got lost in the shuffle and slid into obscurity, awaiting someone with a clear purpose for its use.
"You okay, sir?" said Moeller's aide, Alan. "You look a little preoccupied. Are you feeling better?" Alan knew his boss had been out yesterday with a stomach flu; he'd taken his briefings for the today's slate of negotiations by conference call.
"I'm fine, Alan," Moeller said. "A little stomach pain, that's all. Maybe something I had for breakfast."
"I can see if anyone has got some Tums," Alan said.
"That's the last thing I need right now," Moeller said.
"Maybe some water, then," Alan said.
"No water," Moeller said. "I wouldn't mind a small glass of milk, though. I think that might settle my stomach."
"I'll see if they have anything at the commissary," Alan said. "We've still got a few minutes before everything begins." Moeller nodded to Alan, who set off. Nice kid, Moeller thought. Not especially bright, and new to the trade delegation, but those were two of the reasons he had him as his aide for these negotiations. An aide who was more observant and had been around Moeller longer might have remembered that he was lactose intolerant. Even a small amount of milk would inevitably lead to a gastric event.
"Lactose intolerant? Swell," Fixer had said, after the installation. "Have a glass of milk, wait for an hour or so. You'll be good to go. You can also try the usual gas-producing foods: beans, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, raw onions, potatoes. Apples and apricots also do the trick. Prunes too, but that's probably more firepower than you'll really want. Have a good vegetable medley for breakfast and then stand back."
"Any meats?" Moeller had asked. He was still a little breathless from the pain of having the apparatus sent up his tailpipe and grafted to his intestine wall.
"Sure, anything fatty will work," Fixer said. "Bacon, some well-marbled red meat. Corned beef and cabbage will give you a little bit of everything. What, you don't like vegetables?"
"My dad was a butcher," Moeller said. "I ate a lot of meat as a kid. Still like it."
More than liked it, really. Dirk Moeller came from a long line of carnivores and proudly ate animal flesh at every meal. Most people didn't do that anymore. And when they did eat meat, they picked out a tube of vatted meat product, made from cultivated tissue that never required the butchering of an animal, or even the participation of any sort of animal outside of the purely mythical. The best-selling vatted meat product on the market was something called Kingston's Bison Boar™, some godforsaken agglomeration of bovine and pig genes stretched across a cartilaginous scaffolding and immersed in a nutrient broth until it grew into something that was meatlike without being meaty, paler than veal, lean as a lizard, and so animal friendly that even strict vegetarians didn't mind tucking in a Bison Boar Burger™ or two when the mood struck them. Kingston's corporate mascot was a pig with a bison shag and horns, frying up burgers on a hibachi, winking at the customer in third-quarter profile, licking its lips in anticipation of devouring its own fictional flesh. The thing was damned creepy.
Moeller would have rather roasted his own tongue on a skewer than eat vatted meat. Good butchers were hard to come by these days, but Moeller found one outside of Washington, in the suburb of Leesburg. Ted was a boutique entrepreneur, like all butchers these days. His day job was as a mechanic. But he knew his way around a carving chart, which is more than most people in his line of work could say. Once a year in October, Ted damn near filled up a walk-in freezer in Moeller's basement with beef, pork, venison, and four kinds of bird: chicken, turkey, ostrich, and goose.
Because Moeller was his best customer, occasionally Ted would throw in something more exotic, usually a reptile of some kind--he got a lot of alligator now that Florida had declared a year-round hunting season on that fast-breeding hybrid species that the EPA introduced to repopulate the Everglades--but also an occasional mammal or two whose provenance was often left prudently unattributed. There was that one year when Ted provided ten pounds of steaks and a note scrawled on the butcher paper: "Don't ask." Moeller served those at a barbecue with former associates from the American Institute for Colonization. Everyone loved them. Several months later, another butcher--not Ted--had been arrested for trafficking in meat taken from Zhang-Zhang, a panda on loan to the National Zoo. The panda had disappeared roughly the time Ted made his yearly meat drop. The next year, Ted was back to alligator. It was probably better that way for everyone, except possibly the alligator.
"It all starts with meat," Moeller's father told him often, and as Alan returned with a coffee mug filled with 2%, Moeller reflected on the truth of that simple statement. His current course of action, the one that had him accumulating gas in his intestinal tract, indeed began with meat. Specifically, the meat in Moeller's Meats, the third-generation butcher shop Dirk's father owned. It was into this shop, nearly 40 years ago now, that Faj-win-Getag, the Nidu ambassador, came bursting through the door, trailing an entourage of Nidu and human diplomats behind him. "Something smells really good," the Nidu ambassador said.
The ambassador's pronouncement was notable in itself. The Nidu, among their many physical qualities, were possessed of a sense of smell several orders of magnitude more fine than the poor human nose. For this reason, and for reasons relating to the Nidu caste structure, which is rigid enough to make 16th-century Japan appear the very model of let-it-all-hang-out egalitarianism, the higher diplomatic and political Nidu castes had developed a "language" of scents not at all unlike the way the European nobles of Earth developed a "language" of flowers.
Like the noble language of flowers, the Nidu diplomatic scent language was not true speech, in that one couldn't actually carry on a conversation through smells. Also, humans couldn't take much advantage of this language; the human sense of smell was so crude that Nidu trying to send a scent signal would get the same reaction from their intended recipient as they would get by singing an aria to a turtle. But among the Nidu themselves, one could make a compelling opening statement, sent in a subtle way (inasmuch as smells are subtle) and presenting an underpinning for all discourse to follow.
When a Nidu ambassador bursts through one's shop door proclaiming something smells good, that's a statement that works on several different levels. One, something probably just smells good. But two, something in the shop has a smell that carries with it certain positive scent identifications for the Nidu. James Moeller, proprietor of Moeller's Meats, Dirk's father, was not an especially worldly man, but he knew enough to know that getting on the Nidu ambassador's good side could mean the difference between his shop's success and its failure. It was hard enough running a dedicated butcher shop in a largely vegetarian world. But now that more of the relatively few meat enthusiasts remaining ate the newly arrived vatted meat--which James vehemently refused to stock, to the point of chasing a Kingston's Vatted Meat wholesaler from his store with a cleaver--things were getting precarious. The Nidu, James Moeller knew, were committed carnivores. They had to get their vittles from somewhere, and James Moeller was a man of business. Everybody's money was equal in his eyes.
"I smelled it down the street," Faj-win-Getag continued, approaching the counter display. "It smelled fresh. It smelled different."
"The ambassador has a good nose," James Moeller said. "In the back of the shop I've got venison, arrived just today from Michigan. It's deer meat."
"I know deer," Faj-win-Getag said. "Large animals. They fling themselves at vehicles with great frequency."
"That's them," James Moeller said.
"They don't smell like what I smell when they're on the side of the road," Faj-win-Getag said.
"They sure don't!" James Moeller said. "Would you like a better smell of the venison?" Faj-win-Getag nodded his assent; James told his son Dirk to bring out some. James presented it to the Nidu ambassador.
"That smells wonderful," Faj-win-Getag said. "It's very much like a scent that in our custom equates with sexual potency. This meat would be very popular with our young men."
James Moeller cracked a grin wide as the Potomac. "It would honor me to present the ambassador with some venison, with my compliments," he said, shooing Dirk into the back to bring out more of the meat. "And I'll be happy to serve any of your people who would want some of their own. We have quite a bit in stock."
"I'll be sure to let my staff know," Faj-win-Getag said. "You say you get your stock from Michigan?"
"Sure do," James said. "There's a large preserve in central Michigan run by the Nugentians. They harvest deer and other animals through ritual bow hunting. Legend has it the cult's founder bow-hunted one of every species of North American mammal before he died. They have his body on display at the preserve. He's in a loincloth. It's a religious thing. Not the sort of people you want to spend a lot of time with on a personal basis, but their meat is the best in the country. It costs a little more, but it's worth it. And they have the right attitude about meat--it's the cornerstone of any truly healthy diet."
"Most humans we meet don't eat much meat," Faj-win-Getag said. "What I read in your newspapers and magazines suggests most people find it unhealthy."
"Don't believe it," James Moeller said. "I eat meat at every meal. I have more energy physically and mentally than most men half my age. I've got nothing against vegetarians; if they want to eat beans all the time, that's fine with me. But long after they're asleep in their bed, I'm still going strong. That's meat for you. It all starts with meat--that's what I tell my customers. That's what I'll tell you." Dirk returned from the back with several large packages of meat; James put them in a heavy-duty bag and placed it on the low counter on the side. "All yours, sir. You enjoy that."
"You are too generous," Faj-win-Getag said, as a flunky took the bag. "We are always warmed by such hospitality from your race, who is always so giving. It makes us happy that we'll soon be in the neighborhood."
"How do you mean?" James Moeller said.
"The Nidu have entered into a number of new treaties and trade agreements with your government, which requires us to greatly expand our presence here," the ambassador said. "We'll be building our new mission grounds in this neighborhood."
"That's great," James Moeller said. "Will the embassy be close by?"
"Oh, very close," Faj-win-Getag said, and nodded his goodbyes, taking his venison and his entourage with him.
James Moeller didn't waste time. Over the next week he tripled his order of venison from the Nugentians and sent Dirk to the library to find out anything he could about Nidu and their culinary preferences. This led to James ordering rabbit, Kobe beef, imported haggis from Scotland, and, for the very first time in the three-generation history shop, stocking Spam. "It's not vatted meat," he said to Dirk. "Just meat in a can."
Within a week, James Moeller had transformed his butcher shop into a Nidu-friendly meat store. Indeed, the enlarged shipment of Nugentian venison arrived the very same day that James Moeller received his notice via certified mail that the building that housed Moeller Meats was being seized by the government under eminent domain, along with every other building on the block, to make way for the new and enlarged Nidu embassy. James Moeller's receipt of this letter was also neatly coincident to a massive heart attack that killed him so fast that he was dead before he hit the floor, letter still in his hand, venison still unbutchered in the cold room in the back.
Dr. Atkinson tried to assure Dirk that the shock of the letter in itself would not have been enough to kill his father. James's aorta, he explained, was like a cannoli solidly packed with lard, the end result of 53 years of uninterrupted meat consumption. Dr. Atkinson had warned James for years to eat a more balanced diet or at least to allow him to snake out his arteries with an injection of plaque 'bots, but James always refused; he felt fine, he liked his meat, and he wasn't going to sign off on any medical procedure that would give his insurance company the ammunition it needed to raise his rates. James had been a heart attack waiting to happen. If it wasn't now, it would have been soon. Very soon.
Dirk heard none of this. He knew who was responsible. He had found his father's body, had read the note, and had learned later that the day after the Nidu visited Moeller's Meats, a Nidu representative flew to the Nugentian preserve in Michigan to seal a direct venison distribution deal with the cult, using the information James Moeller innocently supplied in conversation. The Nidu ambassador knew when it came through the shop door that Moeller's Meats would be out of business in a matter of days, and he let Dirk's father give him free meat and information without so much of a hint of what was coming down the road.
It was just as well his dad had the heart attack when he did, Dirk thought to himself. Seeing his grandfather's shop torn down would have killed him otherwise.
History and literature are filled with heroes called upon to revenge the deaths of their fathers. Dirk took to this same task with a grim methodical drive, over a span of time that would have made Hamlet, the very archetype of obsessive-compulsive deliberation, utterly insane with impatience. With the compensation provided by the government for the Moeller's Meats property, Dirk enrolled at Johns Hopkins, down the road in Baltimore, majoring in interplanetary relations. Hopkins's program was one of the top three in the nation, along with Chicago and Georgetown.
Moeller did his graduate work at the latter, gaining access to the intensely competitive program by agreeing to specialize in the Garda, a seasonally-intelligent race of tube worms whose recent mission to Earth was housed on the former grounds of the Naval Observatory. However, shortly after Moeller begun his study, the Garda began their Incompetence, a period of engorgement, mating, and lessened brain activity coinciding with the onset of Uuuchi, an autumnal season on Gard which would last for three years and seven months on Earth. Because Moeller was able to work with the Garda for only a limited period of time, he was allowed to pursue a secondary track of research as well. He chose the Nidu.
It was after Moeller's first major paper on the Nidu, analyzing their role in helping the United Nations of Earth gain a representative seat in the Common Confederation, that Moeller came in contact with Anton Schroeder, the UNE's observer and later first full-fledged representative to the CC. He'd left that behind to become the current chairman of the American Institute for Colonization, a think tank based out of Arlington committed to the expansion of the Earth's colonization of planets, with or without the consent of the Common Confederation.
"I read your paper, Mr. Moeller," Schroeder said, without introduction, when Moeller picked up his office communicator; Schroeder assumed (correctly) that Moeller would recognize the voice made famous by thousands of speeches, news reports, and Sunday morning talk shows. "It is remarkably full of shit, but it is remarkably full of shit in a number of interesting ways, some of which--and entirely coincidentally, I'm sure--get close to the truth of our situation with the Nidu and the Common Confederation. Would you like to know which those are?"
"Yes, sir," Moeller said.
"I'm sending a car over now," Schroeder said. "It'll be there in half an hour to bring you here. Wear a tie."
An hour later Moeller was drinking from the informational and ideological fire hose that was Anton Schroeder, the one man who knew the Nidu better than any other human being. In the course of his decades of dealing with the Nidu, Schroeder had come to the following conclusion: The Nidu are fucking with us. It's time we start fucking back. Moeller didn't need to be asked twice to join in.
Copyright 2006 by John Scalzi. All rights reserved.


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  • Posted September 28, 2012

    Good, not Great, Scalzi

    This was a good John Scalzi book. If you have read any of his other works, this would be lower on the pile. But much like pizza, even a bad Scalzi book is better than most others.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 4, 2011

    Fantastic and exciting read

    One of my favorite authors does it again. Android's Dream is fast paced and exciting, keeping me guessing with every page. Highly recommended!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 8, 2010

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    Nightmarishly bad!!!

    I have actually read short stories from 5th graders that had a better grasp of character dialog, development and the English language. During the course of reading this book I had to check and make sure this book was not listed in the young readers category. Dick and Jane books have been better, not only do they make more sense but are also better written! I knew that I was in for a rough experience when I had a headache after the first chapter. I don't like to bash authors so I will wrap this up. In short this author had a very original idea but the lack of a thesaurus and any writing ability destroyed whatever hope this had of being remotely good.
    I recommend this book as "read at your own risk" and if you enjoy it more power to you.
    Thanks for reading this review and remember reading is a privilege so take advantage of it when you can. Just pick a different book.

    3 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2012


    Scalzi is one of my favorite sci-fi authors, and this book is one of my favorites. Funny, fast-paced, and full of intriguing characters, I couldn't put this book down. Anybody who likes John Scalzi's work should definitely reas this!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2011

    Good story. Nicely written

    Has all the elements of great science fiction story. Well written characters, good plot, aliens, AIs, space ships, a few twists. Nothing ground-breaking, but I will definitely read it again. I especially liked the way the author portrayed aliens integrated into Earth's society.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2011

    Loved it!!

    This was the first book of Scalzu's i've ever read and I fell in love with it from the first sentance. The awkward characters and underground society theme made a fantasy world all the more relatable to. My only complaint is that it needed more character development. But I'm not dissapointed at all otherwise.

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  • Posted February 6, 2010

    Scalzi does it again

    A mid-level Diplomat from Earth Harry Creek must avert an interstellar war by finding a specific breed of sheep. His opponents have destroyed all but one in the Common Confederation. With the added confusion of a made up religion that worships the Evolved Sheep there are plenty of twists to keep the reader anxious to read the next line.

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  • Posted April 28, 2009

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    Scalzi Never Disappoints

    I've just recently discovered John Scalzi's works. After reading the Old Man's War series, I was anxious to see his take on a different universe. In Android's Dream, he is just as imaginative and creative. He sets the table for a world in the near future with enough familiarity to be comforting but with enough futuristic sci-fi to be engaging and entertaining. This one is a real thought provoker on several fronts.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2008

    Must Read This Book

    This is a great book. The story line keeps you guessing all the time. Just when you figured out who was behind things or how the story would end, things change and take a different unexpected route. The changes are logical and make sense. The Android's Dream is an easy read. It'll keep your intrest to the point that you won't want to put down the book. You'll finish it quickly and get great enjoyment from reading it.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent military science fiction

    After his time as a war hero in some OLD MAN¿S WAR, Harry Creek enjoys the anonymity of being a minor State Department employee who works with alien ambassadors assigned to Earth. However, a monstrous blunder has occurred when an earth diplomat kills a representative of the technologically superior Nidu race. They demand reparations or else they will turn earth into a wasteland for this affront.----------------- Harry is assigned to meet the Nidu demand of finding and delivering the Android's Dream, an electric-blue sheep needed for their coronation ceremony. The military on both sides wants the mission to fail so they can obtain an increase in funding at the cost of a few million or billion lives and be recognized as heroes. Department of Defense snipers and Nidu marines try to assassinate Harry, who has found one clue to the whereabouts of the blue Android¿s Dream. Pet store owner Robin Baker contains sheep DNA in her genes. Now all they have to do is escape earth, avoid space marines and the followers of the Church of the Evolved Lamb, and land on Nidu where he is unwanted and she is the guest of honor.------------------- With THE ANDROID¿S DREAM and the OLD MAN¿S WAR, John Scalzi is carving out a special niche in military science fiction arena as he lampoons those leaders who sit back in air conditioned safety taunting the enemy with bring it while others do their fighting. The military on both sides of the conflict and religious groups want to prevent Harry from succeeding because those in charge seek personal affirmation and glory. Adding to the fun of the tale is the ironic self jab at a twenty-first century sci fi author writing about sacred sheep that in the future has become the foundation for a religious movement. This is a great satire by an author to watch unless you are the Commander in Chief, a VP to busy to have served, or a Defense Department general officer and their civilian equivalent/superior.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2003

    It was much better than Cats.

    I loved 'Untitled Scalzi Science Fiction Novel'. It was much better than Cats. I want to read it again and again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2013

    Not the "Old Man" trilogy, but if you hang in for the ride......

    Had the first book I read from John Scalzi been "The Android's Dream" I probably would have only made it one third of the way through the book and given up, (assuming I even tried to read it). I'm a hard core, Asimov, Heinlein Science Fiction reader if I drift back to science fiction. I spent my youth in Science Fiction but lost interest with more modern day offerings.

    Having read Scalzi's trilogy "Old Man's War", "Lost Colony" and "Ghost Brigades" and having thoroughly enjoyed those, (enough to try his other offerings), I decided to hang in there. I was confident that there would be more action and surprises that would make up for the pain of the early chapters. Other authors fiddle with some satire, but it's a tough sell without the other elements of good science fiction.

    The Old Man's War trilogy is Heinlein like and I do recommend. For Heinlein and Asimov, I have read every novel they have written and much of their short stories, and they both, especially Heinlein have been known to come in from an unusual method.

    The Android's Dream ended up being worth the read once I got past the genetics and outlandish premises that set the stage. Overall a decent romp, but I hope the author stays more on track in general, in which case he may join the "every book written" class, a very small group indeed, especially as other successful writers seem content to sign their name as co-author to anything.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2013

    Classic Scalzi

    The plot is dense but fast paced, with smarts, humor, and plenty of action to go around. Scalzi has a knack for entertaining while also encouraging you to think. One of my favorite novels, and as a standalone story, it's a great introduction to the author's style. Also, do yourself a favor and check out "Agent to the Stars." (It's free!)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2013

    Delightfully quirky scifi fun

    Scalzi's flawless pacing and creative fun keep you entertained throughout. Seamlessly transitions from purely light-hearted to more engagingly dramatic. Not actually about androids or dreams, in case anyone cares. Does, however, involve sheep!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2004


    Nothing is better than 'Cats'! Well, maybe 'Starlight Express.' But that's IT.

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