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Infomocracy
     

Infomocracy

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by Malka Older
 

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Read Infomocracy, the first book in Malka Older's groundbreaking cyberpunk political thriller series The Centenal Cycle and the novel NPR called "Kinetic and gripping."

The book The Huffington Post called "one of the greatest literary debuts in recent history"
One of Kirkus' "Best Fiction of

Overview

Read Infomocracy, the first book in Malka Older's groundbreaking cyberpunk political thriller series The Centenal Cycle and the novel NPR called "Kinetic and gripping."

The book The Huffington Post called "one of the greatest literary debuts in recent history"
One of Kirkus' "Best Fiction of 2016"
One of The Washington Post's "Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of 2016"
One of Book Riot's "Best Books of 2016 So Far"

It's been twenty years and two election cycles since Information, a powerful search engine monopoly, pioneered the switch from warring nation-states to global micro-democracy. The corporate coalition party Heritage has won the last two elections. With another election on the horizon, the Supermajority is in tight contention, and everything's on the line.

With power comes corruption. For Ken, this is his chance to do right by the idealistic Policy1st party and get a steady job in the big leagues. For Domaine, the election represents another staging ground in his ongoing struggle against the pax democratica. For Mishima, a dangerous Information operative, the whole situation is a puzzle: how do you keep the wheels running on the biggest political experiment of all time, when so many have so much to gain?

Infomocracy is Malka Older's debut novel.

PRAISE FOR INFOMOCRACY

“A fast-paced, post-cyberpunk political thriller... If you always wanted to put The West Wing in a particle accelerator with Snow Crash to see what would happen, read this book.” —Max Gladstone, author of Last First Snow

"Smart, ambitious, bursting with provocative extrapolations, Infomocracy is the big-data-big-ideas-techno-analytical-microdemoglobal-post-everything political thriller we've been waiting for." —Ken Liu, author of The Grace of Kings

"In the mid-21st century, your biggest threat isn’t Artificial Intelligence—it’s other people. Yet the passionate, partisan, political and ultimately fallible men and women fighting for their beliefs are also Infomocracy’s greatest hope. An inspiring book about what we frail humans could still achieve, if we learn to work together." —Karl Schroeder, author of Lockstep and the Virga saga

Editorial Reviews

The New York Times Book Review - N. K. Jemisin
There's an obvious line of inheritance here from William Gibson and Neal Stephenson to Older's futuristic world of global information networks and cool, noirish operatives vying for power and survival. Yet there's also an inescapable West Wing vibe to the book. This probably owes to the fact that Older is herself a global player, with impressive bona fides in the field of international affairs. This lends the story a political authenticity that's unusual in the field of cyberpunk, and very welcome…Futurists and politics geeks will love this unreservedly.
Publishers Weekly
01/11/2016
Older’s sparkling debut, the first full-length novel from the novella-focused Tor.com imprint, serves as both a callback to classic futurist adventure tales by the likes of Brunner and Bester and a current examination of the power of information. In the (slightly implausible) future, most of the world is part of a massive democracy divided into “centenals” of 100,000 people. Governments are global and overlapping, and each centenal decides which government to belong to. A worldwide organization known as Information manages elections and attempts to keep governments’ campaign promises in check; the governments themselves range from corporate ones such as PhilipMorris to more traditional ones with names like Liberty and Policy1st. Ken, a Brazilian of Japanese descent who works for the Policy1st government, is attempting to research non-Policy1st centenals that might be willing to change governments in the upcoming election. After he learns of a potential conspiracy involving the election, he ends up working with (and falling for) Information agent Mishima. Older creates a fascinating future world and populates it with a wide variety of characters with believable and interesting motivations. She also throws in some great action scenes and nifty technology. This intriguing thought experiment is perfectly timed to leave readers pondering the meaning of voting and representative government in the run-up to the 2016 elections. (June)
From the Publisher

"Kinetic and gripping, the plot hurtles toward an electoral climax that leaps off the page." —NPR

"Futurists and politics geeks will love this unreservedly." —The New York Times Review of Books

"This brilliant book is unquestionably one of the greatest literary debuts in recent history." —The Huffington Post

"Smart, ambitious, bursting with provocative extrapolations." —Ken Liu, author of The Grace of Kings

"If you always wanted to put The West Wing in a particle accelerator with Snow Crash to see what would happen, read this book." —Max Gladstone, author of Four Roads Cross

"An inspiring book about what we frail humans could still achieve, if we learn to work together." —Karl Schroeder

"A futuristic world with eerie parallels to current events... [an] uncanny political thriller." —The Washington Post

"A frighteningly relevant exploration of how the flow of information can manipulate public opinion...timely and perhaps timeless." —Kirkus Starred Review

"Older’s sparkling debut, the first full-length novel from the novella-focused Tor.com imprint, serves as both a callback to classic futurist adventure tales by the likes of Brunner and Bester and a current examination of the power of information." —Publishers Weekly

"Micro-democracy has several things to recommend it, but the biggest strength of Older's writing is how clear-eyed she is on the fact that no system we can imagine will fix the problems of human nature, whether apathy or lust for power." —RT Reviews

"After sweeping you into a fascinating new world, Infomocracy will leave you with helpful ideas about what's happening in this one." —Annalee Newitz for Ars Technica

"Infomocracy has the slick language of Snow Crash, the complex global politics of Persona, and the chaotic storytelling of Moxyland. It’s bold as hell and never boring, practically dizzying." —Lightspeed

"Good science fiction delves not just into explorations of technology and the limits of human innovation, but the political implications of same, and Infomocracy does that extremely deftly." —XOJane

"With roots in noir and heels firmly planted in the present, Infomocracy shows a world that really isn’t too different from today. Malka Older has created a thrilling, breakneck novel with fully human characters. And it asks tough questions." —Electric Literature

"It’s a rare thing to find a book that accurately captures the mundane and insidious absurdity of politics, but Infomocracy gets it absolutely right. " —B&N Sci-Fi & Fantasy Blog

"Older's universe is fascinating, with its believable if cynical view of how politics might evolve in the information age. The pace is brisk with enough action for fans of political thrillers, but with plenty of futuristic touches for sf lovers." —Library Journal

"Science fiction for election nerds and for media geeks. I highly recommend it." —BookRiot

author of the CRAFT SEQUENCE Max Gladstone

A fast-paced, post-cyberpunk political thriller... If you always wanted to put West Wing Aaron Sorkin in a particle accelerator with Snow Crash to see what would happen, read this book.
Library Journal
05/15/2016
There's an election coming up, and campaign operatives such as Ken are traveling the globe to drum up support for their party. Government isn't local in the near future. The world is divided into centenals of 100,000 people, and parties vie for their votes, hoping to win the Supermajority. Many of the parties are wholly owned corporate entities, but some, like Ken's idealistic Policy1st party, campaign on issues. Ken crosses paths with Mishima, an agent working for Information (this future realm's version of the Internet that also watches over the elections), and Domaine, a man aiming to bring down the election process. As the vote gets closer, it's clear that many will do anything in their power to get the outcome they desire. VERDICT First-time author Older's universe is fascinating, with its believable if cynical view of how politics might evolve in the information age. The pace is brisk with enough action for fans of political thrillers, but with plenty of futuristic touches for sf lovers.—MM
Kirkus Reviews
★ 2016-04-12
A debut sci-fi author suggests that the electoral process could be even scarier, more convoluted, and more subject to factual distortions than it currently is. In the future, the entire world signs on to the "micro-democracy" form of government. Each population of 100,000 people, or "centenal," votes every 10 years for a government in their area; the one who wins the most centenals gains the Supermajority. Elections and voting are operated and monitored by Information, the organization that also runs the Internet, the phone, and all broadcasting systems. Heritage has held the Supermajority for decades, but the outcome for them seems less certain as the election looms. Both Mishima, an expert troubleshooter for Information, and Ken, an ambitious campaigner for the up-and-coming Policy1st government, hear rumors that the powerful Liberty government might be trying to start a war. Anarchist Domaine, in a loud but essentially ineffectual way, argues for the downfall of the current political system. When an act of sabotage brings down Information on Election Day, who's to blame, and what is their ultimate goal? The romance between Mishima and Ken feels somewhat undeveloped, but it's counterbalanced by the larger themes Older is exploring. The author brings a considerable amount of experience and scholarly knowledge to bear here—she has traveled all over the world as an expert in disaster management and is pursuing a graduate degree in the sociology of disaster response. The result is a frighteningly relevant exploration of how the flow of information (small i, both true and false) can manipulate public opinion—in particular, how fear and the desperate desire for safety can become such strong factors in swaying the vote. Some aspects of the story may risk dating, but on the whole, timely and perhaps timeless.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780765385154
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
06/07/2016
Series:
Centenal Cycle Series , #1
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
45,780
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.60(d)

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Infomocracy


By Malka Older, Carl Engle-Laird

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2016 Malka Older
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7653-8515-4


CHAPTER 1

The sign on the defunct pachinko parlor proclaims 21ST CENTURY, but the style — kanji in neon outlined in individual light bulbs? Who does that? — suggests it was named at a time when that was a bold look toward the future, not a statement of fact that has been accurate for more than sixty years. As Ken watches the sign draw closer and closer on his dashboard, he wonders whether the place closed as a consequence of gambling becoming illegal when that canton split off from what used to be Japan, or whether it was a function of its location on a nameless stretch of highway between two tiny towns, one of which no longer exists. He doesn't care enough to check. What is important is that it is closed, and likely to remain so, and unlikely to be watched.

He gets a shock as an old-fashioned bicycle toodles by the building on his display, the rider a cocoon of parkas and scarves. It's a live feed? Ken cares enough to check on that but is reassured to find that the camera has been focused there for almost three years, apparently in response to teenagers joyriding in search of ghosts. Ken shrugs mentally; he'll have to hope no one who knows enough to pay attention to him is watching. The odds are pretty good, given how many feeds there are out there and how few people know they should be interested in his actions.

After months of campaign research in dense potential domino centenals, the solitude out here is putting Ken on edge. It's a strange place to meet that happened to be convenient for both him and his contact. He took the ferry over from Korea to the west coast of Japan. The plan was just to pass through Akita on his way here, but he was able to get in a few quick lay-of-the-land surveys and shoot them up the hierarchy in case they either prove to be useful or get someone to notice his initiative and hustle. Akita felt so remote and unnoticed that he broke character a little and went beyond data gathering to do some actual campaigning, but he doubts it had any effect. The same reasons that made it safe made it useless: the people he talked to were callused old farmers and fishermen who believe the election is local and vote for whatever party co-opts their traditional leaders. He tried to suggest to them that the Supermajority was important, that it could be their centenal that decided it, but it wasn't even that they disbelieved him. They just didn't care.

In Akita, he rented a mini-motor and crossed Honshu to the eastern coast, following the old high-speed rail tracks that cut straight across the country until his maximum-utility path deviated from them and he had to pull off onto narrow, well-maintained roads in what was clearly the middle of nowhere.

Sure, it's not one of those centenals in the Gobi Desert or the Australian Outback where the hundred thousand citizens are scattered over hundreds of empty miles. There are towns here, tiny shrunken ones that show up as dots on his map projection, almost lost within the erratic, widely spaced centenal borders. Ken breezes through a couple on his way: white houses with grey slate roofs pitched to let the snow slide off, isolated shops with antiquated signs lit from within advertising Pocari Sweat or Boss coffee. Heavy grey clouds make the sky darker than the snowy ground, but it's still technically daytime, and most of the light in the towns comes from glowing Information hubs doubling as vending machines. He stops to get a can of coffee at one, his Information visuals projecting translations and explanations next to the product descriptions. Then he roars off, and from there it's just road and sharp slopes covered with trees. Even Information has little to say here.

Ken pulls his mini-motor off the road well outside camera range of the feed he was watching and walks the rest of the way. Bundled as he is against the winter's edge, he won't be recognizable on a feed of that resolution. If anyone happens to be watching they'll think he's some local farmer, stepping into the run-down building for a respite from the cold.

Not an undercover political operative slipping in for a meeting he doesn't want anyone to know about.

Despite not wanting to be visible any longer than necessary, Ken finds his steps slowing as he nears the pachinko parlor. Below the deadened pink neon of the sign, the building is a fading, windowless grey. The smoked-glass door was once automatic, and Ken has to struggle to edge it open. The scant light that makes it into the entrance hallway dies mired in the moldy plush carpet. The next door, only a few steps away, must once have swung open easily to welcome gamblers, but as Ken pushes it, his sleeve wrapped around his hand to avoid touching the crude and dusty alloy of the handle, it stutters along the floor before finally giving in with a screech.

Which is when Ken gets his second unpleasant surprise of the day. Despite his arrival a clean two hours early, his contact got there first.

* * *

"You don't vote?" The girl's tone rises with the incredulity of someone who has sucked up every mag article and vidlet about this being the event of the decade, the election of the century, the most important vote yet, a chance to change the established order, blah blah blah blah blah. Her echo chamber of friends and rivals does not include nonvoters. She's come to this supposed voter registration rally not only because it's the best party on tonight in the greater Río de la Plata area, but also because it feels like virtuous pleasure, an exciting civic duty with a built-in conversation starter. In sum: a semisentient being experiencing the first election she can vote in.

"Nah," Domaine says, taking a toke. "Why? Do you?"

Girl laughs. "Of course! I'm already registered. Why wouldn't you vote? I mean, in this election, we really have a chance to change things. Your vote could be the one to make the difference."

"How do you know whom I would vote for?" Domaine asks. "Your vote and my vote might cancel each other out."

She's still smiling, maybe because his voice has a way of making that sound like a sexy proposition, or maybe because of the alcohol and weed, the mild summer air of the dark night, and the sounds of the electric accordion from the stage. "Somehow, I don't think so," she giggles, which makes Domaine want to gag, but he keeps his game face on. "Anyway, the important thing is that you vote. It's all about participation."

Yes, it's all about participation. No matter who wins or loses, as long as everyone plays the game. Never mind that half of Buenos Aires belongs to Liberty and is likely to continue to, and the other half has its head up its denialist ass and consistently votes itself into what's left of the European Union. All this surrounded by a checkerboard of populist and regionalist governments in the provinces, few of them with any centenals outside the southern cone.

"How do you know whom to vote for?" Domaine asks. The girl's wearing an oil-slick dress, and it reflects the glow of the string of light bulbs swinging above the outdoor bar like fires on the water.

"That's what Information is for," she says, giggling again. Which is what Domaine has been waiting for.

"Really? And where do you get your —"

"An afro that big has got to say something about sexual potency."

Domaine snaps his head around, brushing the incipient ideologue with the edge of his 'do, to see an auburn-haired Asian woman at his right elbow.

"Mizzzzzz Mishima," he growls, feeling his pulse rate climb.

Mishima is also wearing black but in the thinnest of airy cottons, flowing around her body in a way that probably obscures a few concealed weapons. "Domaine. Imagine meeting you at this party."

Domaine is too busy imagining those weapons. He considers himself an eminently reconstructed male and is disturbed by how much those images arouse him. Would you be turned on if she held a knife to your throat? he asks himself. Probably, is the even more disturbing answer.

Voter girl is still talking. Domaine runs his right hand through his hair, giving it a subtle twitch by his ear. The magnet in his ring turns off his automatic interpreter, and her Lunfardo patter goes back to being unintelligible. He needs his mojo back. "Party?" he repeats, leaning toward Mishima. "Is that what this is?"

She smiles with dark-crimsoned lips, looks around. "Live music, decorative lights, various recreational drugs," nodding at the joint between Domaine's fingers. "Looks like a party to me."

"Ah," Domaine takes a long pull from his blunt, as though he had forgotten it was there. "I must have been misinformed. I thought it was a voter motivation drive."

"I suppose they might be multitasking," Mishima says. "You looking to sign up?"

"Baby, you can motivate me any time," Domaine rumbles. He pretends to think about it for a moment. "I wouldn't have to actually vote though, would I?"

"No, Domaine, you don't have to do anything at all," Mishima says, turning away into the crowd. She's gotten word in her earpiece: they checked him out and found nothing in a long-distance body scan or the records of his recent movements to suggest he's planning violence. Maybe it's her narrative disorder acting up again.

But before she can take a step a deep rushing noise builds over the notes of the alt-tango. Mishima swings back around. Domaine has turned too, although she doesn't realize it at first because his head is silhouetted in the glow of the huge flaming letters rising above the park, igniting one by one:

WP = DICTADOR.

Domaine laughs with glee and spins back to Mishima, but she has already propelled past him in the direction of the fiery libel.

* * *

It is so dim inside the old pachinko parlor that it takes Ken several seconds to make out the gun. He edges past the sticky glass door, blinking at the dust and the rows of silent slot machines, which his Information is busy annotating with release date, model, and largest jackpot at this location. Fortunately, Ken is practiced at ignoring the scrawl projected onto his vision. He takes another cautious step, then stops short as more faint light creeps in from the entrance behind him, glinting off something just ahead.

The metal tip of an arrowhead. Ken raises his eyes to find the face behind it. And lets his breath out slowly. He's still not sure he isn't dead, but at least he knows the person who's aiming a spear gun at him.

"Amuru-san," Ken says, slowly and clearly. He raises his hands, also slowly, to unwrap the scarf and push back his hood. "At last we meet in person."

Amuru grunts but does not lower the gun. "You are early."

"Clearly not early enough," Ken answers, hands hovering around his collarbones. He feels like he should unzip his coat to allow for freer range of motion in case this does get physical, but the temperature in here is not much of an improvement over outside. "Can I provide you with some reassurance as to my identity?"

"No, that won't be necessary," Amuru says, but he waits an extra beat before sliding the spear away from Ken and setting the gun down on top of a long-obsolete change machine close at hand. "This is, after all, a friendly exchange of information. Two friends talking about politics from their respective viewpoints a few weeks before an election." Nothing in his face or tone changes to make it feel friendlier than a holdup.

"Indeed." Ken is impressed by the spear gun: an unorthodox weapon, sure, but both legal and lethal. That the person holding it is from Okinawa gives it additional credibility. He takes a cautious step forward. "Perhaps you could start by describing to me the situation as it stands in the Ryukyus?"

Amuru nods. He's wearing a dark blue parka, fur from the lined hood peeking around his collar, but now that Ken is closer he can see the man's large brown feet crossed by the black thongs of plastic flip-flops.

"It could be worse. As usual, we have a couple of centenals that are sure for your side, and others divided among the various corporates. 1China will not do well; the centenals that went with her last time are disappointed and somewhat open to new suggestions."

"We'll have a fairly open field there?"

"It is possible that the opportunity has gone unnoticed. But there may be others, like me, helping others, like you."

Ken nods. Obviously, there will be. Policy1st is hardly the first government to try to campaign without broadcasting its strategy. "You said you'd bring a breakdown of the key issues in these areas?"

Amuru casts a projection up with a detailed map of the islands and pulls out notes for each centenal, detailing their political, socioeconomic, and cultural characteristics as well as recent events or trends that might affect voting. It's professionally done, and Ken is pleased although not surprised. Policy1st tends to attract people with a grasp of the issues and of what's at stake. Every centenal, every collection of one hundred thousand neighbors, matters, whether it is spread over hundreds of miles in the tundra or crammed into a couple of overdeveloped blocks in Dhaka.

"And there on that coast, there's something going on with the shoreline. They've had a lot of erosion there recently; I don't know what the cause is but it's a big concern for everyone. Also, that's where the American base was for decades. Even though it's been gone almost as long, they still remember it, so you have to be very careful with anything that suggests it even remotely, anything that reminds people about colonialism or militarism in any form."

Ken is listening, nodding, recording everything. He has his own detailed map of the Ryukyus open, the projection glowing brighter than usual in the dusty, dim air between them, and is adjusting the color coding on the centenals the Okinawan is mentioning and adding notes of his own.

"The thing you should know, though," Amuru goes on, "Liberty is making a serious push."

"Sou desu ka?"

"Yeah. Not so much with the 1China centenals; more with the Ryukyu nationalists. They've been telling people, quietly, that if enough of Okinawa's centenals go to them and they become the Supermajority, they'll annex what's left of Japan."

Ken's eyebrows shoot up. "They said that?"

Amuru nods slowly, then adds, "Peacefully. They always say 'annex peacefully.'"

What does that even mean, "annex peacefully"? Ken's grasp of twentieth-century history is dim, and he can't find an analogy. "Don't people realize they're not seriously going to do it?" he asks. "I mean, they can't be serious."

"Does that matter?" Amuru points out. "If they gain ground in Okinawa but do not become the Supermajority, no one will expect them to keep the promise, and you can be sure they will try to consolidate in the Ryukyus over the next decade."

"And if they do win the Supermajority?" Ken knows he shouldn't even suggest the possibility. Campaigning 101 includes never admitting that an opponent's victory is even conceivable, but he's off balance.

"Maybe they will do what they claim," Amuru says. His eyes drop from Ken's. "That promise, of annexing Japan and especially Satsuma — it is still very powerful for us."

"More powerful than micro-democracy? More powerful than peace?"

"Micro-democracy has brought winners and losers in the Ryukyus, like everywhere else," Amuru answers. "As for peace ..." He shrugs, and fires off a four-character adage that Ken's not familiar with. It seems to suggest peace without justice isn't all it's cracked up to be. Or peace without vengeance. The phrasing is ambiguous.

"Has it been recorded? This —" threat? Promise? "— slogan?"

Amuru shrugs. "Wouldn't you know that better than I do?" Ken is too busy composing an urgent message in his head to answer, and Amuru presses his advantage. "Let's see your globe."

Ken expected that, expected it enough to prepare the globe he wants Amuru to see and store it in a special filepath as though it were the only one, but he's still surprised to be asked. He supposes, as he goes through the motions of opening the file under LATEST PROJECTIONS, that he expected more sophistication from someone who brought a spear gun to a data fight.

The globe he opens is purely speculative, and in most areas strategically optimistic, although their projections for mainland Japan are distinctly underplayed. The heavy spotting in China is possible but unlikely, and although Ken is hopeful for Java, it is still far too early and crowded there to be sure. As the globe spins, a darkened Middle East and Central Asia come into view, then a surprising amount of color through sub-Saharan Africa and — this much Ken feels is justified — large swathes of Europe, not just western. North America is its usual mostly bipolar patchwork, with isolated representation for Policy1st in some of the urban areas, and Latin America looks on this version like an intense battleground, pulsing dots in Caracas, Cartagena, Buenos Aires, and a dozen more cities showing voter events going on at that very moment.

Amuru must know that this can't all be true, or at least not verified. Maybe he wants to know what Ken, and the government he represents, want him to see. Or maybe he wants to see anything at this point, any intel about the way this contest is going, any hint that he can take back to share with others or keep close for secret reassurance. One thing Ken has learned in this job: people like to think they know things, even the unknowable.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Infomocracy by Malka Older, Carl Engle-Laird. Copyright © 2016 Malka Older. Excerpted by permission of Tom Doherty Associates.
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Meet the Author

MALKA OLDER is a writer, humanitarian worker, and Ph.D. candidate at the Centre de Sociologie des Organisations studying governance and disasters. Named Senior Fellow for Technology and Risk at the Carnegie Council for Ethics in International Affairs for 2015, she has more than eight years of experience in humanitarian aid and development, and has responded to complex emergencies and natural disasters in Uganda, Darfur, Indonesia, Japan, and Mali.

Infomocracy is Malka Older's first novel.

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Caidid More than 1 year ago
Full disclosure: the author or Infomocracy is an old friend, and gave me an advance copy to read. Before I started it, I had that, 'oh no, what if I hate it?' moment, but I needn't have worried. Malka's been a great writer since high school, and she's only gotten better. Infomocracy is excellent, and scifi fans and political wonks alike are going to love it. It's a really smart take on where media, multinational corporations, big data, and the ever-increasingly faster and more sophisticated access to the world's collective knowledge could take political life (i.e. it's no accident that the publication date is in the run-up to the presidential election). It takes place in a future where there's a world government split into "centenals," groupings of 100,000 people. Some centenals are run by cultural affinity type groups, many by multinational corporate entities, some by pure political organizations. Different centenals have very different laws, characters, etc., and everyone has instant access to Information, which is basically a take on what Google could become. The story takes place in an election year and centers around a possible conspiracy to steal the election. There are some really cool invented tech items in it, fascinating politics, and some great settings. Some of my favorite bits are the descriptions of differing centenals, especially in places like (real-world) Jakarta, densely populated megacities where people live in such close proximity that centenals can change from block to block. Long story short, if you're into scifi generally and/or into politics, development, tech, or security, you're going to enjoy this book.