At the beginning of this story, I knew that things would be a little bit different than expected. Or at least, that’s how it seemed to me. She’s saying you should be thanked, but it kind of comes across as incredibly angry and sarcastic. The spitfire attitude of the woman made me immediately like her. Her slightly tenacious and sarcastic ways in which she recounts those moments are in very much the tone that I would use for a moron (which I’m assuming her fiancé is) and I love that she eventually rides off into the sunset alone.
The title of this story suggests that it’s going to be some kind of romantic tale. A story of love and passion in the midst of a war. And one that involves a thief. Well, only the thief part of this story is really correct. It was a pleasant surprise to have this tale unfold around me, with absolutely no idea of what to expect.
We all get tunnel vision sometimes. Decide that something is or isn’t going to happen and do anything that we can to ensure that it turns out the way that we want. But, I’ve never had tunnel vision in… well, a tunnel. Underground.
This was kind of convoluted, and a little difficult to follow at times. Maybe because I really don’t know much about the World Wars – there seemed to be details in this that would provide me with a bit more information. Having said that, it was still incredibly enjoyable. I liked the idea of a secret society that wants to turn the tides of the war. And, from my understanding. Change the world while they’re at it.
I’ve never felt sorry for a robot before. I’ve liked them. But I’ve never actually felt incredibly sympathetic towards one and just wanted to give it such a big hug. Until this short story. Now I just want to reach through the pages and give this poor automaton a huge hug!!!
The street that I grew up on is, surprisingly an old army camp. And in World War II, it was the place where they kept the “aliens”. Which has kind of left me with a bit of a fascination with the imprisonment of people of specific nationalities during the War. So I was kind of immediately drawn into this short story. Not only did it feature a woman pilot, weird aliens and a bit of conspiracy, but it also talked about the experiences of people who were imprisoned for their heritage.
It took me a little while to grasp the concept of what was going on in this short story. The storyline jumped around a little and it was kind of hard to realise which time frame you were in from the outset… but, once I got my head around that little aspect, I fell in love with this story. It still had the war aspect of Dieselpunk filling its pages, but it mostly had this sweet idea of family and kinship.
I loved the idea in this short story. It was one of those tales that has a great meaning behind it, but it also was a really fun journey to get to that poignant point. It just worked beautifully and I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about it long after I turned the last page.