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>Once I got rolling, I wrote Wetware at white heat. I think I finished the first draft during a six-week period from February to March of 1986. I made a special effort to give the boppersā€™ speech the bizarre Beat rhythms of Kerouacā€™s writingā€”indeed, Iā€™d sometimes look into Jackā€™s great Visions of Cody for inspiration. Wetware was a gift from the museā€”insane, mind-boggling, and, in my opinion, a cyberpunk masterpiece.

A couple of years later, in 1989, _Wetware _would win me a second Philip K. Dick award.

This award ceremony was at a smallish regional SF con in Tacoma, Washington. It wasnā€™t like the artistsā€™ loft in New York at all. It was in a windowless hotel ballroom with a dinner of rubber ham and mashed potatoes.

I still wasnā€™t making much money from my writing, and Iā€™d started working two day jobs, teaching computer science and programming in Silicon Valley. I didnā€™t have time to write as much as before, which was putting me into a depressed state of mind. Winning the award, I felt like some ruined Fitzgerald character lolling on a luxury liner in the rainā€”his inheritance has finally come through, but itā€™s too late. Heā€™s a broken man.

In my acceptance speech, I talked about why Iā€™d dedicated Wetware to Phil Dick, and why, in particular, Iā€™d added a quote from Albert Camus about Sisyphus.

ā€œI see Sisyphus as the god of writers or, for that matter, artists in general. You labor for months and years, rolling your thoughts and emotions into a great ball, inching it up to the mountain top. You let it go andā€”wheee! Itā€™s gone. Nobody notices. And then Sisyphus walks down the mountain to start again. Hereā€™s how Camus puts it in his essay, The Myth of Sisyphus: ā€˜Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that as to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.ā€™ā€

As so often happens to me, nobody knew what the fuck I was talking about. One of the fans invited me to come to his room and shoot up with ketamine, an offer which I declined. Outside the weather was pearly gray, with uniformed high-school marching bands practicing for something in the empty streets.

In 1995, Iā€™d been laid off from my programming job, but I was still a computer science professor at San Jose State University, south of San Francisco. A year had gone by with no novel even started, and now it was time to get back on the One True Path. I decided to return to the world of _Soft ware _and Wetware, and I began work on Freeware, which would eventually appear in 1997.

I sometimes write well when I donā€™t feel particularly creative. On a given day, it can be good if Iā€™m just doggedly trying to finish the next scene of another goddamn novel. If I feel like Iā€™m crafting a masterwork, the language is more likely to get away from me. When nothing is at stake, Iā€™m free to go wild with the effects and have my characters say brutally honest thingsā€”without losing control. I develop a deadpan, surreal tone that I think of as writing degree zero.

The meaning of ā€œfreewareā€ in my novel is that, throughout the universe, alien minds are traveling from world to world in the form of compressed information filesā€”akin to the files you might download from the web. When these rays strike a sufficiently rich computational object, the object may wake upā€”and begin emulating the alien mind.

In Freeware there are indeed a lot of computationally dense objects on Earthā€”these are descendants of the Software boppers, whose minds now inhabit soft bodies made of gnarly, mold-infested piezoplastic. I really liked the idea of having flexible, slug-like robots that stinkā€”as different as possible from the standard images of machine-men. The form of the moldies had a lot to do with the computer science research Iā€™d been doing on chaos and on cellular automata.

My old character Sta-Hi is an ex-senator in Freewareā€”by now he calls himself Stahn. Due to various mishaps, Stahnā€™s wife Wendy has her personality living in a piezoplastic ruff that she wears on her neck. And Stahnā€™s drug and alcohol problems are seriously messing him up.

While I was writing Freeware in 1995, I was seeing a lot of my artist and cartoonist friend Paul Mavrides. Mavrides had created a number of images for a parodistic cult called the Church of the SubGenius, which has a not-quite-divinity called ā€œBob,ā€ always spelled with the quotes. The Church, which manages to get people to mail in donations, is a complex, interactive bit of dada artā€”or rather ā€œbulldada,ā€ as they would have it.

More recently, Mavrides had taken to painting on black velvet. But he wasnā€™t painting Elvis, the Virgin of Guadalupe, or dogs playing cards. He was painting the Kennedy assassination, the bodies at Jonestown, the Challenger explosion, the AIDS virus, and cockroaches.

Mavrides was a saturnine, puckish character, a little younger than me, and in some ways an inspiration for my character Corey Rhizomeā€” although I hasten to add that Paul doesnā€™t share most of Coreyā€™s bad traits. I thought of Paul as an old-school beatnik, with his finely honed sense of the absurd and his espresso-dark cynicism. I liked taking a day off and driving up to San Francisco to hang in his studio, often smoking pot, later going out with him for coffee or tapas on nearby Valencia Street. During those peaceful afternoons, if we were in the mood, Iā€™d read Paul the latest chapter of my novel-in-progress while he painted. A writer reading new work to his artist palā€”that felt like the way life should be.

In January, 1997, I decided to write another Ware book, this one to be called Realware, with part of it set in the South Pacific island kingdom of Tonga, which my wife and I had recently visited. Realware continues along the thread I followed throughout the Ware series, that is, the process of expanding the range of things that we might regard as being conscious patterns of information. Ten years later, Iā€™d push my expanding-consciousness thread yet another notch further in my pair of novels Postsingular and Hylozoic, in which ordinary, unprogrammed matter comes to life.

I structured Realware as a pair of love storiesā€”Iā€™d come to feel that itā€™s a good idea to have romance at the heart of a novel. I also included a scene with my main character hugging his estranged father and seeing him off to something like Heaven. And old Cobb himself achieves an apotheosis as well. In writing these scenes, I felt as if I were partially laying to rest the specter of a painful argument Iā€™d had with my father the last time Iā€™d seen him, shortly before his death in 1994. One of the virtues of writing is that you get to revise your past.

I was happy with how_ Realware_ came out, I felt it had good tightness and focus. But by now I felt like Iā€™d pushed the series as far as I couldā€” although I do sometimes wonder what kinds of adventures Cobb had with the Metamartians in their flying saucer. I got the idea for the very last line of the Ware tetralogy from Sylvia: ā€œThe newlywedsā€™ eyes were soft, their kisses wet, their hearts free, the big world real.ā€

One of my other recent writing projects has been an autobiography, with the working title Nested Scrolls, slated to appear from PS Publishing and from Forge Books in 2011. Much of the material in this afterword is in fact drawn from my memoir. So seek out Nested Scrolls if you want to know what else Iā€™ve been doing for all these years. And for ongoing information, you can always check my blog, http://www.rudyrucker.com/blog.

Iā€™m very happy to see my Ware novels one volume like this, and to reach a new generation of readers.

Enjoy the adventuresā€”and seek the gnarl!

ā€”26 April, 2010, Los Gatos

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rudy Rucker is a writer and a mathematician who worked for twenty years as a Silicon Valley computer science professor.  He is regarded as contemporary master of science-fiction, and received the Philip K. Dick award twiceā€”for his novels Software and Wetware. His thirty published books include both novels and non-fiction books. He lives in Los Gatos, California. Paperback copies of _The Ware Tetralogy _can be purchased at Amazon and other book-sellers.

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