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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Dinosaurs, Undead and Drugs: Doncha love SciFi?, August 12, 1996
By A Customer
Nano-scale machinery, tiny robots and computers built on a molecular level by the millions, will feasibly be able to "grow" intelligent
metal, reshape bone structures, and reanimate the dead. Science Fiction writers are getting brain hemorrhages as they try to predict
life with these little guys.
Ian McDonald has done an amazing thing-- with "Terminal Cafe" he's created a wholly plausible world of Dinosaur hunts, men who
add wings to their bodies, gene-tweaked monkies that are as common as pigeons, collapsible automobiles, decay, dystopia, AI
jurisprudence, monstrous corporations, re-animated dead and the coolest hookers you could ever imagine.
"Terminal Cafe" follows the adventures of a group of old friends as they make their way to their annual getogether at the Terminal
Cafe. The POV rotates between them, offering a grand-scale view of life in the near future.
One friend goes on a Hunt, where he stalks and is stalked by people mounted on gigantic Tyranosaur knock-offs. Another friend
rescues an undead prostitute, and finds he has a lot in common with her. Still another friend gets entangled in a chase complete with
a lycanthropy club-- gene-tweaked guys who change into werewolfs. There's the friend who is a lawyer, who has a client that the
biggest Megacorp in the world wants to silence. Finally, there's the friend who gets embroiled in a kind of Independence Day for the
dead-- when all the ressurected return from forced labor in the asteroid belt and assault Earth in a bid for freedom.
Heavily grounded in the latest fiction about the Internet, biotechnology and nanotechnology, and with a strong understanding of
human nature, "Terminal Cafe" assumes a strong understanding of technology and genre standards. It is a powerful novel, deftly
written, with a new fantastic wonder on every page and a cast of characters that can hardly process it all.
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