The Schwarzschild Radius is an odyssey and a love story with an omniscient narrator, ChandraX, as well as a few dedicated scientists at the Institute determined to foster a new civilization in the cosmos gleaned from the best that science, technology, and Oturian capabilities can foster.
Our story begins at the edge of the Schwarzschild radius where we witness the cyborg Emoja and her 99 clones circling the event horizon. They were damaged by extreme radiation emanating from a star that went supernova. The Galactic Kid (GK), a neurotypical outlaw sent into outer space to die, collides with Emoja. Thus begins their romance that prompts GK to assist in restoring the capabilities of Emoja and her clones. The two decide to visit Oturi one last time, mindful of the risks and aware that the Artun85 robots have, in all probability, forged on in their mission to colonize outer space without pausing to aid the Emojas when they were in distress.
The Schwarzschild Radius is the science fiction parable of our time. Oturi is a dying planet. Every continent appears at war, either from within or without. The social classes are sharply divided. Artun, for instance, which was once the wealthiest continent, has but a few privileged members, the Enhanced and a select group of scientists. Neurotypicals struggle for survival. They live vicariously in the Virt. The most disadvantaged group, the LCDs, scavenge the desecrated streets in the metropolis of AL while contending with polluted air, scare water and food supplies that, even when available, are usually contaminated. The Resistance, those revolutionaries hiding underground, seek vengeance and justice. The Rajakians, who reject modern electronic wizardry for the byzantine pursuits of scholarly knowledge, are rumored to be few and living amongst the rebels. The vestiges of Oturian wisdom are said to be found in the Rajakian Archives, if indeed they exist.
The Schwarzschild Radius is an anthropologist's dream, namely, examining how a civilization navigates desperate times when consciousness is minimal, the landscape bleak, and language reduced to a few words supplemented by a handful of symbols.
