| Prometheus
Road by Bruce Balfour pub: Ace. 310 page paperback.
Price: $ 6.99 (US), $ 9.99 (CAN). ISBN: 0-441-01221-3. check
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Tom
is a different kind of boy, he doesn't conform to the masses. His parents would
like him to become a valuable asset on their farm but Tom has other ideas and
they don't fit in with the Gods.
San Francisco has been cast into the sea
centuries ago, where it was is off limits to the likes of Tom and his fellow man.
But Tom likes to float in the sea, he likes to spend time looking for ancient
relics from a past that seems destroyed beyond repair. When his pastimes
are noticed by the Gods, he also finds out that they aren't what they appear to
be. That they are in fact an artificial intelligence created by humanity to keep
the balance. Only their idea of balance involves nanobombs and shepherd-like cyborgs
with psychotic methods of shepherding. 
Tom finds himself catapulted into an existence of running from dangerous enemies
and his only hope of survival comes from a strange hermit who acts as oddly as
the AI gods. Bruce Balfour hooks you into his strange and restricted world
from the first page, an original idea that seems to have unlimited potential.
Unfortunately, that's about as far as the books goes, with this novel eventually
letting the story down with forgettable characters and a plot that merely throws
the reader from one plot device to another. Tom is permanently on his back,
passed out. The characters that he meets are a motley crew of guides that open
his eyes to the truth, only each one is much the same as the one before. The interesting
character of Tom's girlfriend, Tempest, seems the only hope of a meaty heroine.
Her story takes us along a different course that appeals to the reader, but sadly
falls short by a rushing of her part in the tale. The story is set in various
weird and wonderful settings. 'Prometheus Road' being a kind of cross between
the Yellow Brick Road of Oz and a kind of Stephen King House of Horrors, the mix
most of the time ends up being one of detached dysfunction. The AI gods reside
and take meetings in a kind of virtual-world Arthurian realm, upon war horses
and wearing full suits of armour. It falls into a kind of corporate board meeting
and just adds that element of lunacy-too-far. Unfortunately, this story
of an AI lording it over humans feels like a huge sham. The apparently unrelenting
AI seems farcical and like many a human villain, merely banal. The conclusion
to 'Prometheus Road' leaves the reader asking the question, 'Why the hell did
I waste my time reading this?' and subsequently wondering what all the fuss is
about. In some respects, the almost fantasy ripple mixed into the Science
Fiction vanilla is this story's main downfall. In other respects, the book is
just a badly plotted, ill-conceived hero novel. Definitely one to leave
on the shelf at the bookshop!
Donna Jones
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