After supremely advanced aliens invade Earth to liberate the planet's intelligent species—whales and dolphins—the majority of humankind is exiled into space, where, by means of bioengineering, they begin to adapt to and thrive in their unforgiving environments. Cutting-edge tech means that they can modify body parts, regularly store their memories for cloning purposes and even merge with seemingly benevolent alien beings (known as symbs) to create another entity altogether. The discovery of a steady—and mostly indecipherable—stream of data originating from a star system 17 light-years away offers some kind of hope of advancing the species and retaking the homeworld. But when the novel's protagonist (a series of successive clones named Lilo) travels out to 70 Ophiuchi, what she finds may not be salvation for the human species but its damnation.
Besides the Gaea trilogy, Varley's other big series is the Eight Worlds saga. But it's
really two different series, parallel universes that share the same technologies (memory recording,
cloning, genetic engineering, sex changes, null fields) and meta plot elements. The latter being that
highly advanced aliens have invaded Earth to save cetaceans from humans by dismantling all of our
The first series consists of several short stories, novelettes, and the novel, The Ophiuchi Hotline.
The second series consists of his "metals trilogy": Steel Beach, The Golden Globes, and
While it might seem like The Ophiuchi Hotline is the first story in the series, it's actually
the last; the short stories actually precede it. Anyway, hundreds of years have passed since the
invasion, and humanity is doing fine, scattered throughout the solar system. There are some Free
Earthers who think that the time is right to attack the Invaders and reclaim Earth. It's a
misguided plan, but humans and hubris...
Our protagonist is Lilo, a successful bioengineer who's been condemned to permanently die
for crossing a line with her work. Permanent death means that all her memory and personality files
get deleted and her clones dissolved. Normally, death is just a reboot from your last save, thus
enabling people to live for centuries just by getting downloaded into a new clone body. Boss Tweed,
leader of the Free Earthers and former prison warden, keeps her alive (and many others) as his
slave, forced to help find a way to find a weapon to use against the Invaders.
The Hotline? Oh that doesn't become a plot point until midway through the book. The first half is
primarily about Lilo trying to escape. Eventually there are three Lilos—as seen on the
cover—each with her own storyline. At first it was a bit confusing trying to figure out
if we were still on the same version of Lilo or if we'd moved on to another one. Ultimately, we
figure it out, and we're able to follow their storylines to their conclusions.
For such a small book (180 pages), it seems to have quite a bit of filler. Varley wanders off
on tangents for things—like fashion on Pluto—that seemed to have been added to hit
the reader with "weirdness from the future!" World-building? I guess.
While I'll give him credit for the being the earliest author I've read where gender is a
spectrum, sex is typically passionless, boring. It's put on the same level as playing cards
with the neighbors on a Saturday night. Just something to do. I'm getting the feeling that's
where authors in the 70s thought we were headed. In future work, Varley does a better job.
Oh yeah, that Hotline stuff. Well, it wasn't really important or impressive. Varley amazes us
throughout the novel with all these incredible technologies ("Far out, man. I can grow
bacon on a tree."), the advance aliens use a film projector to show a video to Lilo.
Yeah, film. On demand sex changes and all kinds of body modifications, but he still has people
centuries from now using film.
This is very much a first novel. Fortunately, having read his later works before this one, I
know that Varley gets better. His novels become more cohesive, the storylines become easier
to follow, and characters become richer. Hell, even the sex gets better. I think I need to
swear off 70s sci-fi. I think the authors and the editors were all a bit too caught up in the times.