Robot Artists & Black Swans: The Italian Fantascienza Stories
By Bruce Sterling, Neal Stephenson, Bruno Argento and
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“It’s as if Sterling is the only writer paying attention.”—Locus
In the Esoteric City, a Turinese businessman’s act of necromancy is catching up with him. The Black Swan, a rogue hacker, programs his way into alternate versions of Italy. A Parthenopean assassin awaits his destiny in the arms of a two-headed noblewoman. Infuriating to both artists and scientists, a robot wheelchair makes uncategorizable creations.
Bruno Argento is the acknowledged master of Italian science fiction. Yet that same popular fantascienza author also is known in America—as Bruce Sterling. In Robot Artists and Black Swans, we present the first collection of their uniquely visionary Italian-themed fiction, including tales never before published in English.
Bruce Sterling
Bruce Sterling is an American author and one of the founders of the cyberpunk science fiction movement. He began writing in the 1970s; his first novel, Involution Ocean, about a whaling ship in an ocean of dust, is a science fictional pastiche of Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick. His other works, including his series of stories and a novel, Schismatrix, set in the Shaper/Mechanist universe, often deal with computer-based technologies and genetic engineering. His five short story collections and ten novels have earned several honors: a John W. Campbell Award, two Hugo Awards, a Hayakawa’s SF Magazine Reader’s Award, and an Arthur C. Clarke Award. Sterling has also worked as a critic and journalist, writing for Metropolis, Artforum, Icon, MIT Technology Review, Time, and Newsweek, as well as Interzone, Science Fiction Eye, Cheap Truth, and Cool Tools. He edits Beyond the Beyond, a blog hosted by Wired. Sterling is also involved in the technology and design community. In 2003 his web-only art piece, Embrace the Decay, was commissioned by the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, and became the most-visited piece in the museum’s digital gallery. He has taught classes in design at the Gerrit Reitveld Academie in Amsterdam, Centro in Mexico City, Fabrica in Treviso, Italy, and the Art Center College of Design in Los Angeles. Sterling lives in Austin, Texas; Belgrade, Serbia; and Turin, Italy.
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Robot Artists & Black Swans - Bruce Sterling
PRAISE FOR BRUCE STERLING
[Sterling’s] highly caffeinated energy is hard to resist.
—Publishers Weekly
Climb aboard Sterling’s speculative roller coaster; a dazzling, eye opening ride through the modern world.
—The Village Voice
He understands technology’s present and future better than anyone in the field.
—Cory Doctorow, author of Little Brother
Science fiction that makes the rest of near-future SF look toylike by comparison. It’s as if Sterling is the only writer paying attention to what’s happening in the real world.
—Locus
Love him or hate him, Bruce Sterling always has something important to say.
—Bookmarks Magazine
"Sterling’s cutting-edge knowledge of cultural movements, emerging and dead technologies, conspiracies, and tipping points makes Zeitgeist a powerful, poignant, and hilarious read as the twentieth century gives way to the new millennium."
—Booklist, on Zeitgeist
"Turn-of-the-millennium spectacular… Y2K’s Catch 22!"
—Kirkus, starred review on Zeitgeist
Breathtaking.
—New York Times Book Review, on The Difference Engine (with William Gibson)
"Gleeful, shrewd, speculative, cynical, closely observed… The Zenith Angle offers wisdom and solace, thrills and laughter."
—Washington Post, on The Zenith Angle
"Why not a flying pontoon boat with which to sail off to Chicago, and why not a partnership with Houdini to combat world communism? A kind of Ragtime for our time: provocative, exotic, and very entertaining."
—Publishers Weekly, starred review, on Pirate Utopia
The best of their brilliant generation, Sterling and his collaborator[s] have produced a book to treasure. Bravo!
—Michael Moorcock, author of the Elric of Melniboné series, on Pirate Utopia
"Bruce Sterling has managed to pen a delivery vessel for a futuristic, anarchistic dystopian idea of human potential. And in the end, Gothic High-Tech leaves the reader with the notion that even with all this mess, there are ways out of every quandary—even if those ways are unimaginable now or far different than we’d hoped."
—New York Journal of Books, on Gothic High-Tech
"A tour de force… Of all the horde of SF novels about clones written since that trope was pulled mewling from its artificial womb, The Caryatids is the first one that nails it."
—Benjamin Rosenbaum, author of The Ant King and Other Stories, on The Caryatids
A comedic thriller for the Homeland Security era.
—Entertainment Weekly, on The Zenith Angle
A haunting and lyrical triumph
—TIME, on Holy Fire
Written with humor and intelligence, this book is highly recommended.
—Library Journal, on The Hacker Crackdown
Title spread.eps— ALSO BY BRUCE STERLING —
Novels
Involution Ocean (1977)
The Artificial Kid (1980)
Schismatrix (1985)
Islands in the Net (1988)
The Difference Engine (with
William Gibson) (1990)
Heavy Weather (1994)
Holy Fire (1996)
Distraction (1998)
Zeitgeist (2000)
The Zenith Angle (2004)
The Caryatids (2009)
Love Is Strange: A Paranormal
Romance (2012)
Pirate Utopia (novella, 2016)
Collections
Crystal Express (1989)
Globalhead (1992)
Schismatrix Plus (1996)
A Good Old-Fashioned Future (1999)
Visionary in Residence (2006)
Ascendancies: The Best of
Bruce Sterling (2007)
Gothic High-Tech (2012)
Edited By
Mirrorshades: The Cyberpunk
Anthology (1986)
Twelve Tomorrows (2014, 2015)
Nonfiction
The Hacker Crackdown:
Law and Disorder on the
Electronic Frontier (1992)
Tomorrow Now: Envisioning
the Next Fifty Years (2002)
Shaping Things (2005)
The Epic Struggle of the
Internet of Things (2014)
Robot Artists & Black Swans Copyright © by Bruce Sterling
This is a collected work of fiction. All events portrayed in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form without the express permission of the author and the publisher.
Introduction: Storia, Futurità, Fantasia, Scienza, Torino
copyright © 2021 by Bruce Sterling
Introduction copyright © 2021 by Neal Stephenson
Afterword: Bruce Sterling, Erudite Dreamer and Pirate
copyright © 2021 by Dario Tonani
Cover and interior art and design by John Coulthart
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Kill the Moon
© 2009. Originally published as Italia 2061: Uccidiamo la Luna
in Wired Italia #4, 2009.
Black Swan
© 2009. Originally published as Cigno Nero
in Robot: Rivista di Fantascienza, Spring 2009. First English language publication in Interzone #221, March–April 2009.
Elephant on Table
© 2017. Originally published in Chasing Shadows: Visions of Our Coming Transparent World edited by David Brin and Stephen W. Potts (Tor Books, 2017.)
Pilgrims of the Round World
© 2014. Originally published in Subterranean Online, Winter 2014.
The Parthenopean Scalpel
© 2010. Originally published as Il Bisturi Partenopeo
(40K Books). First English language publication in Gothic High-Tech (Subterranean Press, 2012).
Esoteric City
© 2009 Mercury Press. Originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, August/September 2009.
Robot in Roses
© 2017. Originally published as Robot tra le Rose
in Nuove eterotopie: la antologia definitive del Connettivismo edited by Sandro Battisti and Giovanni De Matteo (Delos Digital).
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Bruno Argento page.eps— CONTENTS —
Introduction by Neal Stephenson
Storia, Futurità, Fantasia, Scienza, Torino by Bruno Argento
KILL THE MOON
BLACK SWAN
ELEPHANT ON TABLE
PILGRIMS OF THE ROUND WORLD
THE PARTHENOPEAN SCALPEL
ESOTERIC CITY
ROBOT IN ROSES
Afterword: Bruce Sterling, Erudite Dreamer and Pirate by Dario Tonani
About the Author
robothandssmallIntroduction
by Neal Stephenson
BRUCE STERLING can do something I cannot, which is write short fiction. Just now it is an enviable superpower for a writer to possess. The last few years have been infamously challenging for anyone trying to write a long document with any pretensions of carrying a futuristic payload. We long-form authors, our noses pressed up against the glass of the short-fiction writing world, can only hunker down on the throne and endlessly doom scroll, flinching every few minutes as the real world kicks the props out from under our architectonic lucubrations.
Accordingly, this introduction will be short, in the hopes that I can squirt it out before it is rendered sadly obsolete by whatever has happened the next time I check Twitter.
The primary job requirement of a cyberpunk has always been to pay attention; to notice things in a fine-grained way. It turns out that Bruce Sterling has never stopped doing that. Nothing helps you notice things like being a stranger in a strange land, and ever since Bruce decamped from his native Austin to southern Europe he has remained an avid noticer, enabling him to write sentences like The Vatican wheelchair was a rolling mass of embedded electronics. The Shadow House rejected this Catholic computational platform as if it were a car bomb.
So, relieved of the staggering burden of predicting the future, what we used to call cyberpunk has not merely clung to life, but flourished like the radioactive roses of post-atomic Rome (as Bruce describes in one of these stories). But it has long been the case that if you scrape away the shiny chrome plating on a science fiction writer’s mirrored shades you’ll find, just below, a historical fiction writer, and now we learn that Bruce Sterling is no exception; the longest piece in this book reads like it could be a condensed first volume of a longer historical epic, which I would gladly devour.
Long live Bruno Argento!
Neal Stephenson
Robot hands 2.epsStoria, Futurità, Fantasia, Scienza, Torino
by Bruno Argento
DEAR AMERICAN READERS, I am as surprised as you to find my modest collection of Italian science fiction stories published in your United States. I confess to you: by the professional standards of American science fiction writers, Bruno Argento is simply one of the European literary amateurs.
Here in my city of Turin, our refined and delicate writers will rarely thrive. We Turinese writers seem to be a fragile group, haunted and persecuted by esoteric shadows. Sometimes we are famous—even outside Italy—but, in daring to write fiction here in Turin, we rarely end well.
Our greatest adventure fantasy novelist here in Turin, Captain Emilio Salgari, was a contemporary of Jules Verne. Salgari has written many fantastic geographic fantasies that are far less boring than Verne’s similar books. But unlike Jules Verne, Emilio Salgari committed suicide with a Japanese sword.
The German Federico Nietzsche was our most famous philosopher here in Turin, but he suffered a complete madness in Turin while hugging a horse on the street.
The great Turin novelist Cesare Pavese, at the height of his fame, ended his life with sleeping pills because of a bad love affair with a movie actress.
As for Primo Levi, he is the most authoritative science fiction writer ever seen in Turin. Primo Levi had a high literary reputation throughout the world, so he had to blush to write any science fiction. So Levi wisely invented a new, imaginary alter-ego, Damiano Malabaila.
Damiano Malabaila wrote all the science fiction for Primo Levi. This scheme worked well, until Primo Levi threw himself to his death down a stairwell in Turin.
However, despite the perishing of Levi, the work of Malabaila
has survived. I always learn from Turinese history, so when I myself decided to become a Turinese fiction writer, I took careful note of the many difficulties. That is why I have survived to write this introduction for you. Also, my health so far is excellent!
In order to write fiction here in Turin, Bruno Argento, too, is well disguised as my pseudonym, just like Primo Levi did. But, instead of inventing Damiano Malabaila,
I invented Bruce Sterling.
To tell the story, it was my best friend in Turin, Bruno Bruni, who first teasingly nicknamed me Bruce Sterling
(for this is the rough English translation of Bruno Argento). Mr. Bruni is our most famous science fiction translator here in Turin, and a colleague of Giuseppe Culicchia, the most famous novelist who is currently surviving in Turin. (It was probably Culicchia who first fully described this ridiculous Bruce Sterling figure, an unlikely cyber-punk
Texan who somehow decides to become Turinese, like some American clown from commedia dell’arte.)
Obviously this Bruce Sterling
can never really exist, but my fellow Italian science fiction writers have cordially accepted this necessary deception of mine. The other Italians know about the life for writers here in Turin; they can follow my reasoning; they sympathize. Also, they are very erudite people, so they can see that the Argento / Sterling duality is a literary game, inspired by Italo Calvino’s famous fantastic novel The Cloven Viscount, which was written and published in Turin in 1952.
It took me many years to become a published writer, and I have never been prolific. My career in Turinese science fiction, like life in Turin itself, has been rather slow-paced and majestic.
In my normal daily life, I am a technical professional, but my inspiration is history. Like most Europeans, I consider science fiction to be a form of philosophical struggle. Back in my student days, one of my wise professors at the Turin Polytechnic first took me under his wing. He told me this important matter:
The task of the historian is to reconstruct and to depict the comprehensive epochal design in which every single human fact fits and can be explained in relation to the others.
Most professors here in Italy speak just like this. European historians are deep, profound thinkers, and not joking around, like us pop science fiction writers. But I could not understand the nature of history when I first heard this profound statement from him. On the contrary, I was just a university student in computer science who wanted to get a real job. However, I quickly wrote that impressive statement in my most special Fabriano notebook with my best Aurora fountain pen, made here in Turin.
What a grand task that was for a creative writer: to reconstruct, describe, and be so complete! How can any writer ever design an era in which all human facts are connected? How can a writer include the passage of time so intensely that every human breath, act, and thought is incorporated into one historical narrative? This problem is deep!
I was much impressed with this challenging literary problem, although I didn’t know why. For years I thought about it, while I graduated from the Turin Polytechnic, got a rather well-rewarded job in high technology, got married, bought a house, and had children.
As a young member in good standing of Turin’s vibrant technical elite, I lacked much time for my creative writing, although I continued my extensive weekend readings in the Italian translations of Lovecraft, Ballard, William Gibson, and Philip K. Dick.
But then, one day, while I was wistfully attending the Stranimondi science fiction literary conference in nearby Milan, I finally realized my observation. While mulling over the many used paperbacks written by Italian science fiction writers ever since the year 1957 (when the word "fantascienza" was first invented), suddenly I had my creative turn.
This activity of the historian’s task
—to write about the past in a way that connects every human effort to everything else at the time—was actually a statement about science fiction, and not about history. No historian can ever build and describe a world so orderly and complete, but surely a science fiction writer can do that!
In fact, it is only through fantasy science that such comprehensive epochal designs
can ever take full control of all other written forms of reality! Historians will always be defeated when they aspire to this excellent result. But we science fiction writers can always achieve it—if we try sincerely.
Furthermore—although, metaphysically—this historical aspiration applies to the world, and also the solar system, the galaxy, the cosmos—no book has enough words and pages for all that space and time. The writer cannot represent
all space and even all time, too. Therefore, this comprehensive epochal design
should be applied to many different times within one town.
Hence, the writer’s great task may be achievable. Or, so I concluded. So I tried to do that. And it currently seems to be working.
For me, that creative space can only be Turin. I am a Turinese writer and I can create, rebuild, epochal, complete worlds—as long as they are connected to Turin.
That’s how I became that rarity in the genre, a truly regional science fiction writer. It is not my goal to praise or glorify Turin, but to make Italian history comprehensible. These Italian stories of mine are slow cascades of the most science fictional aspects of Italy. They show little of the "Bel Paese" that makes us Italians sentimental about ourselves. These are epochal fantasies that are much more Italian than any real Italy could ever be. Such is my vocation as an Italian creative figure.
Necessarily these Turinese texts of mine deal with engineers, magicians, hells, ghosts, epidemics, assassins, and two-headed Italian seductresses, yet they always seek the universal in the particular requirements of a city.
Here in Italy, we have to write science fiction mainly for the sport of it, since there is little danger that we earn our living by it. I do write science fiction, even though I’m a busy Turin technical professional—that’s how Signora Argento and I support our 1.7 statistically probable Turinese children. So I can write a Turin fantasy story maybe just once in a year. Mostly, I write during my extensive lunch hours.
So my writing pace may be as slow as history itself, yet, like history, I never stop. For years I have been planning and writing my first novel (it’s about Turin). Maybe one day, in due course, I will complete this vast, ambitious historical epic. As observed by King Vittorio Emanuele II, here in Turin, just before liberating Italy: The Sword and Time brought my House from the peaks of the Alps to the banks of the Mincio River, and those two guardians will take it even further, when that pleases God!
In the meantime, however, my modest stories to date have been grouped here and exposed to American readers. I did not expect this amazing development, but I am grateful, and I will manage as best I can. As long as I have a well-selected pasta, a little Lavazza Red coffee, and a glass of good Piedmontese Barbera, life will satisfy. Slowly, but methodically, I will write my Turin science fiction, under the Alps, near the River Po. Like Turin, I may not always prevail, but I will persist.
Buona lettura!—Good reading to you!
Bruno Argento MMXX
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by Professor F. Tomasso Marinetti, Chief Librarian, Biblioteca del Dipartimento di Ingegneria Aerospaziale dell’Università di Roma La Sapienza
April 17, 2061
IT EMBARRASSES ME that Italians have been to the Moon.
As a scientist, of course I admire the Moon. But why are Italian celebrities bounding around up there in an operatic spectacle? Why are we Italians always so guilty, in the sober eyes of the global public, of these undignified extravagances?
I have heard all the arguments in favor of the Italian Moon trip. Yes, I know that Italy was one of the first space powers: Italy built the Vega launcher, Italy explored comets, Italy built all the best-looking pieces of the International Space Station. Other nations had their space programs in the past century, too: the Japanese, Indians, Chinese. Why are we Italians the only people who still believe that space flight is romantic?
Of course many companies still launch hundreds of unmanned weather, communications, and observation satellites. Everyone agrees that the commercial space-launch industry is profitable, useful, and necessary. I make no protest there. My specific complaint is about my fellow Italians loudly trampling the Moon. Why are we gleefully celebrating this empty publicity stunt? Why can’t we see how silly this is?
Yes, this year is the centenary of the first manned flight, of Yuri Gagarin, in April 1961. We Italians are always painfully keen on historical anniversaries. I agree that something solemn should have been done to honor this brave though long-dead cosmonaut. That should have been done in some archive in Moscow—not by two Italian celebrities in brightly colored spacesuits clowning around on the Moon.
History tells us that the Americans sent two highly trained astronaut-soldiers to the Moon. The American astronauts spoke seriously to mankind about world peace. And who did Italy send up there? Some eccentric billionaire and his busty actress girlfriend. Both of them on live global television!
I don’t care how many billions of people enjoyed this silly video. His jokes about lunar science were not funny, and she’s not as sexy as people say. Their new world fame, all those ticker-tape parades—that crude popular reaction only intensifies the embarrassment of intelligent, cultured people.
It’s not that I oppose space tourism. I can understand space tourism. All Italians understand tourism. We Italians have been world masters of the tourism industry for seven hundred years. So of course the Italians can, and we do, make all the private spacecraft for wealthy space tourists. Who else would do that kind of work? We make the best spacecraft in exactly the same way that we make the world’s best yachts, sports cars, and ski equipment.
I can also understand the appeal of some quick tourist jaunt into orbit. I wouldn’t do that myself, but being weightless clearly has some attractions for certain people. You fly into zero gravity, you bring along a pretty girl, you pour some bubbly prosecco into strange fizzing spheres: things follow their natural course. I understand all that, and I don’t complain about it. Millions of tourists behave in that fashion in Italy every single summer, and no one is ever surprised.
Yes, the Gabriele d’Annunzio is a very beautiful rocket ship. With such superb Italian industrial design, obviously it is the prettiest manned lunar rocket ever built. I also admit that creating a spacecraft that runs on clean, renewable Italian solar energy was a nice piece of public relations.
In fact, all the public-relations aspects of this stunt were handled very cleverly: the lunar theme music, the sleek designer logos, the sexy spacesuit costumes. Even the Eurovision dance routines at liftoff were surprisingly good.
But a Moon launch? Surely we must admit that was extravagant! We Italians are one of the world’s oldest peoples: can’t we behave as adults here? Here, in the year 2061, it should be obvious to everyone that a manned flight to the Moon is an empty-headed lark! It simply does not matter in any important way! This act has no public consequence!
I don’t care that they planted the Italian tricolor all over the Galilaei Crater! The beautiful inflatable tent with the seamless plastic furniture did not impress me! When they took two hours for lunch, and ate their freeze-dried grissini… All right, I admit it, that Piedmontese grissini was an interesting choice. Eating grissini on the Moon, that took some imagination.
However: except for stunts of this kind, there is nothing for any human being to do up there on the Moon! Nothing useful at all! No human being is ever going to settle or colonize the Moon. The Moon is a purely astronomical phenomenon; it is a barren, airless rock with no commercial or military value whatsoever! This fact is entirely obvious to any educated person!
We Italians have become the world’s last major space power,
and we are happy about that. Yet everybody else thinks that space travel is old-fashioned and adorable. They simply tolerate our space illusions here. They patronize our space heritage industry,
our Italian space museum economy.
They simply give us the Moon with a cheery smile and a blown kiss, in the same way that they admire our unique penchant for grappa, Baroque architecture, and labor demonstrations.
We Italians are the last people on Earth who fly to other planets. When will we realize that we have the world’s oldest futurism?
Black Swan illo.epsBlack Swan
THE ETHICAL JOURNALIST protects a confidential source. So I protected Massimo Montaldo,
although I knew that wasn’t his name.
Massimo shambled through the tall glass doors, dropped his valise with a thump, and sat across the table. We were meeting where we always met: inside the Caffe Elena, a dark and cozy spot that fronts on the biggest plaza in Europe.
The Elena has two rooms as narrow and dignified as mahogany coffins, with lofty red ceilings. The little place has seen its share of stricken wanderers. Massimo never confided his personal troubles to me, but they were obvious, as if he’d smuggled monkeys into the café and hidden them under his clothes.
Like every other hacker in the world, Massimo Montaldo was bright. Being Italian, he struggled to look suave. Massimo wore stain-proof, wrinkle-proof travel gear: a black merino wool jacket, an American black denim shirt, and black cargo pants. Massimo also sported black athletic trainers, not any brand I could recognize, with eerie bubble-filled soles.
These skeletal shoes of his were half-ruined. They were strapped together with rawhide boot-laces.
To judge by his Swiss-Italian accent, Massimo had spent a lot of time in Geneva. Four times he’d leaked chip secrets to me—crisp engineering graphics, apparently snipped right out of Swiss patent applications. However, the various bureaus in Geneva had no records of these patents. They had no records of any Massimo Montaldo,
either.
Each time I’d made use of Massimo’s indiscretions, the traffic to my weblog had doubled.
I knew that Massimo’s commercial sponsor, or more likely his spymaster, was using me to manipulate the industry I covered. Big bets were going down in the markets somewhere. Somebody was cashing in like a bandit.
That profiteer wasn’t me, and I had to doubt that it was him. I never financially speculate in the companies I cover as a journalist, because that is the road to hell. As for young Massimo, his road to hell was already well trampled.
Massimo twirled the frail stem of his glass of Barolo. His shoes were wrecked, his hair was unwashed, and he looked like he’d shaved in an airplane toilet. He handled the best wine in Europe like a scorpion poised to sting his liver. Then he gulped it down.
Unasked, the waiter poured him another. They know me at the Elena.
Massimo