The machines have taken over, and there are few humans left in colonies, in groups and one traveler between them, android killer and connector of humanity is The Storyteller. The Machines have been looking for The Storyteller, perhaps for good reasons, perhaps for bad, but after capture on the initial pages, the battle android who captured him starts telling him stories. He is promised that each story will NOT be the truth and not the reason why machines flourish and mankind is at the edges. He doesn't want `machine propaganda' but also has noticed that `True Videos' are just a jumble mix of terminator and other movies.
An interesting enough premise. What is remarkable is that within this premise we get seven stories of science fiction, each worth of anthologies (one I know WAS anthologized), from the voice of a observer platform computer who watches over a black hole where 276 people have, over the years, come to jump into the black hole....and die. Can a computer become lonely and sad for humans? Another story is about a 3-d child's toy, a princess who interacts and learns your life: a simple toy, but also a true friend for a shy girl. Story after story is in a different sub-genre of science fiction and each is written, honed and edited to perfection. This seems almost a compellation of different writers of the best: Asimov, Heinlien, Bradbury, Gilson, and Stephenson. But each is actually written by the same author, and each opens our mind, tickles with our perception as the interludes introduce more and more of machine society. We get a story of solitude and then an brief introduction into machine jokes, and the language they use when humans aren't around. This mix, building and building creates more than just a story, or a group of stories, but through non-linear focusing of the mind of the reader, creates a meta-story, a new story which only the reader can make the leap to. And brings up the same questions in the reader as will occur to the Storyteller.
It is an amazing piece of writing, in that most works that try to tell different genres all have highs and lows of attempts. Here, each piece, each story, could be separated and put into an anthology of the best, and yet, left here, among the story of the Humans and the Machines, it is part of a larger painting, a view of life, in which we glimpse how they see us, and how we fail to see them. This is a great book because it has been written by a master, where the genre form dictates the function and it is complex, yet simple and beautiful. In the end, it is a great story, and one, which each time you put it down, echoes within you.