‘Occupy Me‘ by Tricia Sullivan
Where shall I start with this, or should I bother. The lead protagonist is a female cyborg from another dimension. She has wings which miraculously fold up to nothing, and can hop from dimension to dimension. She was made by giant birds… birds.
It seems to have escaped the notice of the author that birds do not have opposable thumbs, so the complex bio-mechanism created in this story was made using talons and beaks. I don’t quite know what to say to that, but seriously… talons and beaks.
The birds depicted reminded me of Dougie McClure and his monumental movie, At the Earth’s Core, where the bold Dougie escapes the clutches of large flying reptiles called the Mahars. They, at least, were not creating complex inter-dimensional cyborgs using only their feet.
Oh, I almost forgot, the flying cyborg really enjoys lesbian sex, and is brought to amazing orgasm via oral stimulation. The birds that made her were certainly all over the place as regards what is important to an inter-dimensional being, but hey, if I was a female cyborg with wings and birds for parents, then I’d probably want someone chomping on my fanny too, so who am I to judge.
The author, Tricia Sullivan, is an Arthur C. Clarke award winning novelist, and perhaps her other efforts are better than this; they couldn’t get any worse. I can only imagine that ole Arthur is turning in his cryogenic chamber at the thought of such utter cac being in any way closely associated with him and his legacy. I spent precious time reading this book to the end, just to check on the consistency. It was consistently awful. I can’t get that time back.
Rating on the Sult Scale is 0.5 out of 10. Avoid like the Moroxian plague.