Join

Hardcover | April 19, 2016

bySteve Toutonghi

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What does it mean to be human, and what happens when humanity takes the next step in its evolution?
 
When Join arrived, it was hailed as a miracle: a technology that allowed humans to join consciousnesses. To experience perfect, constant companionship through multiple bodies. To never die.
 
But Chance and Leap—two joins of five and four respectively—discover a terrifying malfunction in the technology.
 
Chance and Leap must journey into the climate change–ruined heart of North America and the communities of never-joined “ferals” in search of the only ones who can dismantle the technology: the ones who created it.

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What does it mean to be human, and what happens when humanity takes the next step in its evolution?   When Join arrived, it was hailed as a miracle: a technology that allowed humans to join consciousnesses. To experience perfect, constant companionship through multiple bodies. To never die.   But Chance and Leap—two joins of five and ...

A native of Seattle, Steve Toutonghi studied fiction and poetry while completing a BA in Anthropology at Stanford. After various professional forays, he began a career in technology that led him from Silicon Valley back to Seattle. Join is his first novel.
Format:HardcoverDimensions:336 pages, 8.5 × 5.8 × 1.1 inPublished:April 19, 2016Publisher:Soho PressLanguage:English

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Chapter 1From one of his five childhoods, Chance remembers his bare feet, wet and shining on the flat white surface just beneath a thin layer of water. Then he looks up at a sky of intense blue, flecked with bright clouds. The sky is reflecting on the sheet of still water below. The sky and mirroring water extend to the horizon.     His patient’s voice interrupts the memory. “Just when you think you’ve hit absolute rock bottom,” his patient Lucky Four says, “you fall again, and farther than you ever thought was even possible. You just keep going.”    “I see,” Chance Three says. He’s having difficulty reviewing Lucky’s test results.    Lucky’s a six, and Chance finally has results for all of Lucky’s six drives. Each of them—except this one, Lucky Four—has the same flulike symptoms and similar microbiome anomalies. After nearly a decade and a half of practice, Chance should recognize Lucky’s condition. But the numbers and symbols aren’t making sense. Chance is having trouble piecing the data together with a narrative that explains them. He stares harder, but the collection of paragraphs, rows, and columns just doesn’t connect.    “Hey,” his patient says, “are you all right?”    “No,” Chance Three says. He’s surprised that Lucky has noticed. Lucky Four has spent every previous moment in Chance’s company describing the slow deterioration of his complex personal life, in obsessive detail. He has been incessant and thoroughly self-involved. Join pathologies can be unpleasant, and the obsessive personal focus is probably a symptom of Lucky’s illness. Lucky’s five other drives may be simultaneouslyboring five other people.    “I just found out that I’m sick,” Chance Three says—the words dodging his better judgment and speaking themselves. He takes a breath. “Just this minute.”    “You’re sick too?” asks Lucky Four.    “I have cancer,” Chance says. “My Five, my most recent join, does.”    “I see.” Lucky says. “You might need a day or two off.”    It takes Chance a moment to understand what his patient is saying. “Well,” he says at last, “it’s actually terminal. I may need more than that.”    “Oh. I didn’t know that was still a problem. That cancer can be terminal.”    “Yeah, it’s rare. I’m with a doctor right now—”    “Like I am.”    Chance is surprised. “Yes,” he says. The man’s face is guileless. Chance understands what he’s trying to say. Chance needs to focus on his own patient. But he can’t stop thinking about the cancer diagnosis. His arms and legs feel heavy. He wants to sit down, but Lucky Four is watching him expectantly.     Chance says, “My doctor and I are just going over test results—”        “Oh! Just like—”    “Yes,” Chance says, interrupting, and then immediately regretting it. He clears his throat. “That’s right,” he says. “Like you and I should be doing. My doctor is covering options for care. He wants to keep me comfortable.”    “I see. So, same sort of thing here. We’ll be talking about treatment.”    “Yes,” Chance says. “After I’ve had some time to fully review your test results. Excuse me, just a moment. I’m going to step out of the room.”    “Why?”    “I’m not feeling well. Someone will be in soon.”    “Okay. But I think whoever I work with should know my story. It might be important.”    As Lucky Four is speaking, Chance Three turns toward the door—which slides open—and then steps into the hallway. He steps to the side so Lucky can’t see him, and backs against the wall. He puts his hands on his thighs and leans. He’s a broad man, with a substantial presence. If people see him like this, they’ll worry. They’ll ask what’s wrong. He doesn’t want to talk about it.     Chance Three hears the exam-room door slide open. He straightens quickly and walks away from his patient.Chance Two flicts off her retinal display, even as her broadcast gets its first sympathetic response—a glowing exclamation mark briefly suspended in the sunlight that’s warming the plane’s cockpit. Then there’s only the muted, predictable instrumentation of the airliner’s consoles and the bright fields of cloud they’re flying above.    “I know someone named Cancer,” her copilot, Leap Two, says, “like the crab, though, in the Zodiac.”    Chance is taking a break from flying the plane. After Chance Two told Leap about Chance Five’s cancer, they talked a bit, and then Chance composed the broadcast for friends and family. It has been interesting to note the odd, almost detached sensation of observing each of her five drives—three male and two female—responding to news of the cancer. Chance closes her eyes and settles back in her chair.    “Hey, you want to pay attention to your job there, cowboy?” Leap Two says. The flight AI, Autonomy, is passively monitoring cockpit activity and pilot behavior and will note if a pilot appears to be dozing.    A few months ago, Leap suggested that Chance take a vacation. Leap said, “Get some time on the range.” It was kind of funny at the time but also an odd reference. Since then, Leap’s been calling Chance Two “cowboy.” Chance imagines her own fine, curly blond hair weighted by a big straw cowboy hat that she’d probably have trouble keeping straight on her small head.     Chance Two rubs her forehead. It’s difficult to focus. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she says.    “Let’s see,” says Leap. “Intro to Atmospheric Aviation, I remember this bit particularly. Paragraph three, ‘The qualified atmospheric aviator understands distraction and boredom as primary enemies of economic prosperity.’ Yes, ‘economic prosperity.’ The world’s economic fate is in your hands. So I’m sorry you’re sick, but suck it up, cowboy, and do your job.”    Chance Two laughs. Chance wonders which of Leap’s other drives looked up the note in their old text. Leap might have just remembered it. Leap is capable of holding long grudges against offensive bits of cultural flotsam.    “Thank you, Mistress Baton,” Chance says, “but at the moment, I’m selfishly thinking about my terminal cancer. Not so much of the world at large.”    That earns a soft chuckle from Leap. Mistress Baton is another bit of cultural flotsam—a reality program that had particularly appalled Leap.    “Okay,” says Leap. “Here’s what you do: read the research, plan, act. Like everything else. And by the way, I really am sorry.”    “Yeah,” Chance says, “okay, thank you. Anyway, I know what to do, ideally. But it’s the damn meat gap. Getting drives to do the things.”    “Yeah,” agrees Leap, and then she makes a smooth transition to salacious. “It’s all about the meat.”    Chance laughs for the sake of the friendship, but her heart really isn’t in it.    Leap Two is doing a quick panel check, flicking through reports on the left-side copilot screen and checking off steps on the right side. As Chance watches, she takes a moment to admire Leap Two—the quiet self-awareness that’s so natural and unself-conscious, the narrow, classically elegant nose, sharp, high cheekbones, and clear light brown eyes.    Most people would probably consider Chance Two attractive, despite the slightly severe cast of her face. Chance Two is average height, forty years old, and in good shape, with pale skin, a narrow forehead, and a strong, high nose.    But Leap Two is something else entirely, a gorgeous statistical anomaly, a physical outlier whose vitality is animated by Leap’s relaxed intelligence. Leap may be vain about Leap Two, but the vanity is justified. Even the grace and physical economy of her arms and hands as she gestures her way through the midflight checklist are almost breathtaking. It’s all rote after so many years, but Chance still enjoys watching Leap Two.    Leap is used to people watching Leap Two. She flicks the displays to the dashboard, then repeats herself, muttering, “It’s always the meat gap.”    Then her head jerks forward and back, and her upper lip rises, showing her two front teeth. It all happens so quickly that Chance isn’t completely sure that Leap actually did anything.    It forces a surprised laugh out of Chance, who asks, “What was that?”    “I said, ‘It’s always the meat gap.’”    “But what was that thing you did? With your head and your teeth.” There’s a long pause. Leap stares at Chance. Then Leap Two’s face hardens.    “I don’t know what you mean,” Leap says.    Chance hesitates. Leap has always been private about her personal business, often marking a topic as “not to be discussed,” as has clearly just happened. But this was a small spasm. Chance saw it. It’ll be on the flight vid. There’s no point denying it happened.    It was like a sneeze. Too insignificant to consider private. But if Leap doesn’t want to talk about it, then it almost becomes interesting.    Chance says, “You had a little . . . it was like you sneezed, or hiccuped.”    “Whatever,” Leap says.    Leap Two settles back into the copilot seat and presses a spot to request coffee.    “What do you mean, ‘whatever’?”    “What are you talking about?” Leap is irritated. She turns to face Chance, unblinking, her eyebrows raised in a challenge.    “What? Don’t give me that look,” says Chance. “I saw—”    “You didn’t see anything,” says Leap Two. She turns back to face the fields of clouds, putting an end to their conversation.

Editorial Reviews

Praise for Join"[Toutonghi] combines smart, imaginative extrapolation about technology and a deep curiosity about civilization and the human condition. Along the way, he brings up head-spinning questions about individuality, society, ecology, euthanasia, aging, death, immortality, tech industry politics, class, polyamory, and gender identity... It's a chilling observation about the nature of the individual verses the nature of the group, and it lends Join a compelling urgency."—NPR.org"Join is a conceptual powerhouse, tapping into the core of our contemporary debates about technology."—Tor.com"Join is a searing, ballistic plunge into the mysteries of identity and mortality. Its ingenious core is revealed and amplified by high voltage suspense and murder. Delicious."—Katherine Dunn, author of Geek Love"Challenging, surprising, shocking, and enlightening. Steve Toutonghi's Join stands alongside Ancillary Justice as a novel that forces us to ask impossible questions about identity and immortality. An exciting addition to 21st century science fiction."—Robert Repino, author of Mort(e)"Join is that rare thing, an appealing novel that's both literary and commercial. Set in a dystopian world full of dazzle and invention, Join is a subtle exploration of what the self is and what death means. As we read about individuals joining into a unified consciousness, we have to wonder what our aspirations and fears truly are and what can be called us." —David Vann, author of Aquarium"From the first page, Toutonghi launches us into a strange and fascinating new world, exploring ideas with nuance and verve. Strikingly original and deeply imaginative." —Charles Yu, author of How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe"Join is a high-concept, immersive science fiction thriller... a compelling cautionary tale that explores ethics and selfhood."—Shelf Awareness"Compelling, [presents] two radically differing visions of humanity’s future . . . Intriguing and thought-provoking."—Publishers Weekly "First novelist Toutonghi builds a complicated and technology-heavy realm with ethical components relevant in today’s society... Enthusiasts of futuristic technology and sf writers such as Philip K. Dick will find this ambitious work thought provoking."—Library Journal"[A] thought-provoking debut... The dizzying complexity of [the Joins'] interactions are philosophical as well as dangerous and may determine the future of civilization and earth itself. Fans of literary speculative fiction will enjoy pondering the challenging issues and ideas posed by this assortment of perspectives." —Booklist"A heady sci-fi thriller about a world-altering technology—and its hidden costs . . . There's a lot going on here, including a fascinating technology with far-reaching implications, and a lot of big philosophical questions about the nature of identity." —Kirkus Reviews