it has been a day and the group text moved on and grandpa is just Not Telling Us About the Gravy Lump
Berserker by Fred Saberhagan is about humans fighting alien homicidal machines in space. it's old as shit but shockingly bleak and modern seeming. USSR era central planning computers would be sufficient to fuck us up completely, and Fred not being able to imagine smarter machines make it somehow worse
big Fs in the chat to all the otherwise reasonable humans forced at gunpoint to perform their worst Eddie Murphy impressions on film
i'm just going to firmly camp out in 80s horror and feel my huge wild feeling and there's no law that says i have to be cool about any of this
hopeful and mad about it. 34, he/him, pittsburgh. member of alphabet workers union, works at google, views are my own.