Because, like most tech developments, the kentuki technology is only virtuous in a superficial sense. Retired mothers in South America can live with promiscuous young women, vigilant against the shady actions of their new partners.īut just as some users find companionship or relief from their difficult reality, others have far more sinister experiences. People in the Caribbean can experience snow. Children in war-torn Sierra Leone can attend concerts in Hong Kong, swelling music blocking out the bombs and gunfire.
For kentukis are a globalised force, offering a leveled field where people can retreat from the unevenness and injustice of reality, the blind chance of the dweller relationship subverting the loaded die of class, race, geography and gender. The keeper has no control over who dwells in their device, and the dweller has no say in where they are stationed, which means Little Eyes is comprised of a myriad of stories from around the world. The other option is to be a “dweller,” to purchase a code that allows you to connect with a random kentuki through your computer, giving you full control of the device, including access to the gadget’s camera and microphone. But owning a device, what Schweblin calls being “keeper,” is only half of the kentuki experience. From pandas and moles to crows and dragons, customers can purchase their own personal smart pet, a device capable of moving around and responding to their every interaction. The central object of Samanta Schweblin’s latest novel, Little Eyes, is the kentuki, a smart-speaker-cum-Furby available in a variety of adorable skins.
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