Guardian Angels and Other Monsters

Guardian Angels and Other Monsters

by Daniel H. Wilson

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Guardian Angels and Other Monsters by Daniel H. Wilson

From the New York Times bestselling author of Robopocalypse comes a fascinating and fantastic collection that explores complex emotional and intellectual landscapes at the intersection of artificial intelligence and human life. A VINTAGE BOOKS ORIGINAL.

In "All Kinds of Proof," a down-and-out drunk makes the unlikeliest of friends when he is hired to train a mail-carrying robot; in "Blood Memory," a mother confronts the dangerous reality that her daughter will never assimilate in this world after she was the first child born through a teleportation device; in "The Blue Afternoon That Lasted Forever," a physicist rushes home to be with his daughter after he hears reports of an atmospheric anomaly which he knows to be a sign of the end of the earth; in "Miss Gloria," a robot comes back to life in many different forms in a quest to save a young girl. Guardian Angels and Other Monsters displays the depth and breadth of Daniel H. Wilson's vision and examines how artificial intelligence both saves and destroys humanity.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101972014
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/06/2018
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 150,419
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

DANIEL H. WILSON is the bestselling author of Robopocalypse, Robogenesis, Amped, How to Survive a Robot Uprising, Where's My Jetpack?, How to Build a Robot Army, The Mad Scientist Hall of Fame, and Bro-Jitsu: The Martial Art of Sibling Smackdown. He was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and earned a B.S. in computer science from the University of Tulsa and a Ph.D. in robotics from Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh. He lives in Portland, Oregon.

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MISS GLORIA

He taught me to go with him through pathless deserts, dragging me on with mighty stride, and to laugh at sight of the wild beasts, nor tremble at the shattering of rocks by rushing torrents or at the silence of the lonely forest.
The Achilleid (94 ce)

The fairy house sprouts from a moss-covered tree trunk, small but perfectly formed, sheltered by the spotted cupola of a fey toadstool.

Nestled in dewy curls of turf, the miniature house has been carefully pieced together from a stockpile of twigs orga­nized by diameter and broken to the same length. Tiny flat stones form a path leading to its door.

On his knees in the dirt, Chiron, named for the mythi­cal Greek centaur, tutor to Achilles, leans over the mossy landscape.

The robot moves gracefully, limbs and torso plated in contoured pads over an economy of smooth silver strut­work. Sculpted into lines of classic musculature, each pale plate is comfortable to touch, devoid of pinch points, and easy to clean. Chiron is often smeared with spaghetti sauce or flecked with waxy streaks of crayon by the end of the day, though his infinite patience and love never waver.

The girl beside him, her knees dirty under a maroon sun­dress, is called Miss Gloria. She is six years old, weighs thirty-nine pounds, and is forty-six inches tall. As a specimen of little girl, she is largely unremarkable. Instead, the incred­ible aspects of her life come from the intersection of power and politics that finds its locus in her family. As a power­ful man surrounded by enemies, Gloria’s father entrusts his daughter only to an ally he has built himself.

To that end, he has spared no expense.

Chiron’s most amazing attributes are not manifest in his elegantly sculpted form, but in the curious patterns of the mind. His thinking and memory are infinitely adapt­able, self-preserving, and capable of extracting meaning and wisdom from whichever hardware happens to be available.
Of primary concern to Chiron is, of course, Miss Glo­ria’s physical safety. After that comes her emotional devel­opment, confidence, and self-esteem. He intends to ensure that Miss Gloria someday realize her full potential as a grown woman.

Chiron is well aware that he will be discarded long before reaching this goal, and he is content. He knows that before a sculpture is completed, the scaffolding must fall away.

Crouched at his side, shoulder to shoulder, Miss Glo­ria knows only that Chiron is an excellent playmate. Not a friend—not exactly—but a presence whose measured voice is steady and constant, if a bit stern. Gloria loves her mentor purely—he is as much a fixture in her life as the rising of the sun and the sight of the constellations each night. In his own way, the machine also loves the girl. Miss Gloria is his life’s work, and she is coming along wonderfully.

A bright red holly berry tumbles from the little girl’s cupped hands.

“Look, Ky,” she says with conspiratorial flair. “Poison berries.”

Slipping, she drops the rest of the berries. They plummet like cannonballs, knocking twigs from the hut’s roof.

“Careful, Miss Gloria,” advises Chiron. “The fairy kings and queens won’t appreciate a broken castle.”

“Then fix it,” demands Gloria.

“Is that a kind way to ask?” asks Chiron.

“Now,”
says Gloria, and she plants a small fist against Chiron’s padded thigh.

“I think you should try on your own,” Chiron says, crossing his arms and standing up. “And then I will help.”

“But I can’t do it,” she says, eyeing the slender twigs. Gloria wraps an arm around Chiron’s calf.
“They’re too small.”

The machine does not budge.

With a sigh, Gloria crouches closer to the fairy house. Tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth, she succeeds in picking up a twig. Dropping it, she knocks down the rest of the hut, twigs tumbling from their perches.

“I told you, Ky,” she says, sitting up. “Now will you fix it?”

Chiron does not respond.

“Do it for me,” she insists. “It’s your job.

“I am your teacher, Miss Gloria,” says Chiron, closing his eyes and turning away theatrically. “My job is to let go.”

Gloria rolls her eyes and punches the leg again, a little grin squirming into the corners of her mouth.

“Fix it,” she begs. “I’ll give you candy.”

“Someday you will be alone and will have to rely upon yourself,” says Chiron.

“Please, Chiron,” begs Gloria. She pronounces his name in exaggerated syllables, Ky-ron. “Pretty please?”

Chiron opens one eye, looking down his long nose at the little girl. He is scanning her face for any trace of deceit. Her growing smile remains contained for the moment, though it threatens to escape.

Satisfied, Chiron leans over and reaches for her.

A man in black walks around the corner of the yard, a long weapon held high, stock tucked into his armored shoulder. Staring down the length of the kinetic battle rifle, the man’s face is wrapped in a flat tactical mask studded with pinhole cameras and striped with mesh. Chiron pauses, still leaning over the little girl, arms extended to swoop her up.

The man pulls his trigger.

Three electromagnetically accelerated slugs hiss from the barrel and flicker across the yard. Lancing into Chiron’s chest, the armor-piercing rounds make a sound like pennies hitting a glass countertop, spraying wreckage as they evis­cerate the dumbstruck robot.

The little girl is still smiling up at her best friend, reach­ing for his neck and not understanding why his features are frozen in place.

Staggered, the machine sags to his knees. Arms slack, his hands lie palm up on the ground. Chiron blinks once, head weaving as he loses power.

“Run away now, Miss Gloria,” he says. “Please.”

But Gloria doesn’t obey. Hurt on her face, she watches Chiron topple over and collapse across the remains of the fairy house.

“Ky?” she asks. “Chiron?”

The gentle expression of concern never leaves the machine’s face, even as his body slumps to the ground. Thin wisps of smoke curl from the scattered holes in his chest carapace.

Chiron dies at Miss Gloria’s feet, there in the little backyard.

The girl shakes the fallen machine, panic in her voice, urg­ing Chiron to wake up as a trotting shadow grows behind her.

A black-sleeved arm wraps around her chest and lifts her away.

Through a gauze of long hair and fear, Gloria does not see the bodies of her perimeter security detail, the men and women who are sprawled where they fell, their complicated armor melted to their bodies in glistening stripes of heat. The laser strike took place from a distant hill. The necessary equipment was expensive, but effective.

The mercenary designated “Alpha” is relieved the mentor robot succumbed so quickly to a straight kinetic loadout. An unknown model with unknown security capabilities, the machine called “Chiron” represented a potential quandary.

You never know what these military contractors put into their machines.


Surveying the scene through the tactical battle visor over his face, Alpha scans for body heat or vibration or electromagnetic interference. He pauses at the sight of a flickering pulse guttering in the shell of the robot, but dis­misses it. His subordinates Bravo and Charlie are arriving in a black SUV, their identities cloaked by thermally shielded balaclavas.

Alpha shoves the squirming child into the back of the vehi­cle. Charlie takes the girl in his sinewy mechanical arms—robotic replacements after some mission gone terribly wrong. Meanwhile, Bravo clambers into the passenger seat to make room for Alpha.

In the back, Gloria is shouting the name of the dead machine. She is kicking, fighting to reach the window. As a hand goes over her mouth, she glimpses her friend’s body, eyes open, still lying on its side in the yard.

The vehicle speeds away, tires spraying clumps of mani­cured turf.

In the damp grass, an equation is unfolding. An algorithm wends its way through Chiron’s failing mind, collecting his vital processes. The experience, memories, and personality of the machine gather in a cocoon of mathematics. And consuming the robot’s last spark of electricity, the code tenses itself to leap. . . .

*** Reboot. ***


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Guardian Angels and Other Monsters 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous 10 months ago
This is a compilation of 14 short science-fiction stories. I found this collection to make for enjoyable reading, though some stories I enjoyed more than others. This collection deals mostly with the human/emotional side, rather than the science side, of whatever subject the author was writing about at the time. Some stories were thought provoking, others rather creepy. The writing was beautiful.
Space_CowboyHH 11 months ago
Awesome collection of short stories! Wilson's novels and short stories are always page turners, and thought provoking to boot! Highly recommended!
SheTreadsSoftly More than 1 year ago
Guardian Angels and Other Monsters by Daniel H. Wilson is a very highly recommended collection of fourteen short stories that examine how artificial intelligence both saves and destroys humanity. The writing is excellent and the stories are well-paced, thoughtful, and emotional. This compilation starts out and ends strong. Guardian Angels and Other Monsters is an outstanding selection for science fiction and short story fans. I was captivated by the majority of the stories with the exception of one story that I liked less than the others, which is a stunning recommendation for any short story collection. Contents include: Miss Gloria: Chiron is a robot whose life's work is to teach and protect Miss Gloria until she can take care of herself. Miss Gloria knows that Chiron is an excellent playmate and she loves him. In his own way, the machine also loves the girl. The Blue Afternoon that Lasted Forever: After seeing images on the television that only a few people understand the implications of, an astrophysicists rushes home to his 3-year-old daughter. Jack, the Determined: Jack, a most loyal and obedient student, is accompanying the Professor while he delivers a report on his most important scientific work. The Executor: In order to protect his daughter, a man visits the Executor’s office in an attempt to get control of a family inheritance. Helmet: The wordless huge, robotic Helmets appear and show the strength of the controlling Triumvirate by violently stopping uprisings. Blood Memory: A mother is determination to do anything to help her daughter, the first and only human being born to teleportation. Foul Weather: A meteorologist discovers the truth behind the adage: "Foul weather breeds foul deeds." The Nostalgist: An old man tries to live in the past the only way he knows how. Parasite: a Robopocalypse Story: A horrific war story of a battle against a thinking machine that calls itself Archos. (This is a Lark Iron Cloud story.) God Mode: "In all of this forgetting, there is this one constant thing. Her name is Sarah. I will always remember that. She is holding my right hand with her left. Our fingers are interlaced, familiar. The two of us have held hands this way before. The memory of it is there, in our grasp. Her hand in mine. This is all that matters to me now. Here in the aftermath of the great forgetting." Garden of Life: A taxonomist collects samples when he stumbles across something that he has never seen before. All Kinds of Proof: A drunk is hired to train a mail-carrying robot that he names the Shine and considers him a friend. "[H]e doesn’t judge, doesn’t interrupt, and he goes with me everywhere. When he walks, it makes this nice wheezing sound. His narrow little feet are coated in a layer of tacky rubber and each step lands quiet and smooth. And he always keeps up. The two of us walk together..." One for Sorrow: A Clockwork Dynasty Story set in England, 1756, and starring the childlike avtomat Elena Petrova. Special Automatic: James is an abused and bullied teen who has a neurostimulator sunk into his brain behind his ear to prevent seizures. Although everyone thinks he is stupid, James is much more intelligent than they realize. The proof is found in the robot he built and named Special Automatic. Disclosure: My review copy was courtesy of Penguin Random House.