Is the ooniverse the aftermath of a singularity?
I think it is. There are many peculiar things about the ooniverse. For example:
- Where’s Earth?
- Why are the only colonists human?
- Why are the other species based on terrestrial life-forms?
- How can all these different species all eat (and drink) the same sorts of food?
- Why are “slaves” a viable commodity? Where are the AIs? And why is there so little automation on board ship?
- Why all this trade in “computers”?
So: bam, pow, Rama is born, the ultimate end-product of a recursive axiomatic metaprogramming algorithm. At this point part of the story trails out into ineffability; but it’s an undeniable fact that, all of a sudden, a whole bunch of solar systems, conveniently close to each other, found themselves inhabited by humans, humanoids, and numerous other sentient species – derived, often it would seem whimsically, from Earth stocks, all sharing a basically common physiology. These planets have developed societies and have progressed or regressed from there, some discovering (or uncovering?) the secrets of FTL flight, journeying out, making contact, and forming the ooniverse we know today.
That pretty much takes care of a) though d). The final two questions relate to an entrenched, and entirely understandable, deep-rooted fear of Artificial Intelligence. The ooniverse is a post-singularity society, and there is a determination amongst the vast majority of its inhabitants that such an event must not happen again (of course, the paranoids might think, here’s more evidence of the meddling hand of Rama: maybe it doesn’t want any competition). AI is hugely restricted. The droids we see in the unloading bays are basic manipulation machines, barely one step up from a forklift. There are no true Artificial Intelligences: if you want an instrumentum vocale you have to get one the old-fashioned way – hence the slavery. It’s more tolerable to the citizens of the ooniverse than AI.
Finally, what are these “computers” we trade in? Why is the demand so inexhaustible and why is one computer so very much like another? The demand never drops off because, like food, these computers are a consumed resource. They are largely organic in construction, partly so that they can be grown on vast wet-tech mats in warm saline ponds, but mainly for one all-important reason: so that they die. These computers age and die, just like us. Rather faster than us, in fact. Never again will a machine bootstrap itself into consciousness – not while apoptosis stands as an essential element in cybernetic systems. We keep our computers weak, and mortal, and rely on nerves and hands and eyes to do our work and fight our battles.
We’re left with the problem of the Thargoids. What are they descended from? They’re insectile, true enough – but their technologies and behaviours appear bizarre to all the other races. Were we flung here by Rama to fight these beings? Did it make them to battle us? Or are they the children of some other god – and if so, what’s lurking behind them?