
Altered Carbon · Book I · 2002
A convicted ex-Envoy is shot dead on Harlan’s World, downloaded into a stranger’s body on Earth, and hired by a rich man to find out who murdered him.
Altered Carbon (Gollancz, February 2002; Del Rey, March 2003) is Richard K. Morgan’s first novel and the book that made Takeshi Kovacs. It is a hard-boiled detective story in twenty-fifth-century clothes: a dead man hires a convict to solve his own murder, in a world where a mind lives on a cortical stack at the base of the skull and a body is a sleeve you can buy, rent or lose. It won the Philip K. Dick Award.
It is told in the first person by Kovacs, an ex-Envoy — a soldier conditioned to wake in any body on any world and function — who has drifted into crime. The book runs from a Prologue on his home planet through five parts with software-flavoured subtitles, “Arrival (Needlecast Download)” to “Nemesis (Systems Crash)”, to a short Epilogue. One reviewer read it as The Big Sleep with stacks: the rich old client, the dangerous wife, the cop, a city that sells everything. What Morgan adds is the body as the subject: who you are in rented flesh, and what murder means to a man who can buy another life.
Everything here happens on Earth except the Prologue and Kovacs’s memories. The Envoys, Innenin, Virginia Vidaura and Harlan’s World all return later in the series; Netflix’s first season (2018) adapts this book.
Two hours before dawn in Millsport, on Harlan’s World, Kovacs sits in a peeling kitchen, high on tetrameth and smoking Sarah Sachilowska’s cigarettes, with their hardware laid out on a scarred wooden table: her shard pistol, his big silver Smith & Wesson, hallucinogen grenades. Out in the Reach the maelstrom roars, and one of the planet’s orbital guardians test-fires into the night. A helicopter, limpet mines through the bedroom wall, commandos in gas rigs: Sarah dies under rifle fire, Kovacs smashes one attacker’s head against the tiles, and a young man in a police uniform shoots him through the chest from behind. He reaches for the revolver anyway. The Prologue ends there.
For Kovacs, Sarah died last night. He wakes thrashing in a tank at Bay City Central — the gravity wrong, his name said with the wrong consonant — and learns he has been needlecast a hundred and eighty light-years, off a storage sentence of 117 years and 4 months at Kanagawa, to Earth. His sleeve is a man in his early forties: a swimmer’s build, a military neurachem upgrade, a smoker’s lungs, grey-shot black hair and a faint scar under the left eye. Warden Sullivan releases him on lease to Laurens J. Bancroft for up to six weeks; solve Bancroft’s murder and his sentence is wiped. Lieutenant Kristin Ortega of the Organic Damage Division meets him to say the case is closed as suicide, while Catholics outside protest Resolution 653, which would let a dead Catholic be resleeved to testify. Hold onto that. Ortega flies him up the coast in a police cruiser and tosses him a pack of cigarettes as she leaves.
At Suntouch House there are Martian artefacts, a songspire tree in the hall and, beyond the tennis courts, a seven-hundred-year-old tree Bancroft calls himself. He is a Meth — centuries old, living in clones bred at PsychaSec on Alcatraz — and his stack is backed up remotely every forty-eight hours. He died just before an update and woke in a fresh clone missing two days. The police account: home from a day in Osaka — by needlecast, into a transit clone kept there — he opened a safe only he and Miriam can open and shot himself. He insists that, had he wanted to die, he would have managed it properly. Miriam, three centuries old in a young woman’s body, also believes he was murdered.
The chauffeur, Curtis, drops Kovacs at the Hendrix, an AI hotel on Mission Street with no other guests. At check-in a man and a woman put a gun to his head; the hotel’s ceiling guns kill them both. Both bodies, Ortega finds, were worn by one assassin, Dimitri Kadmin, illegally double-sleeved; she digs the stacks out with a knife. She despises Meths but gives Kovacs a lead: ask Bancroft’s lawyers about Leila Begin. He dreams of Jimmy de Soto at Innenin, the Envoy beachhead on Sharya where a virus made soldiers tear at themselves, and Jimmy clawed out his own eye.
The lawyer, Oumou Prescott, shows him PsychaSec, where footage has Bancroft walking in in one clone and out in another, and tells him the Begin story: fifty years ago, at a function in San Diego, Miriam beat up Leila Begin, a prostitute Laurens had been seeing; Begin was pregnant and lost the baby, and Laurens bought everyone off, Begin included. In Ember, a seafront town that grew up around the beached aircraft carrier Free Trade Enforcer, Kovacs finds Victor Elliott, who sent Bancroft a death threat. Victor’s wife Irene, a dipper — a hacker — is on stack, her body rented out; their daughter Elizabeth worked as a prostitute to buy it back and was murdered by a client. Victor is sure the client was Bancroft. Kovacs judges him harmless.
Pictures tell Kovacs that Leila Begin and Elizabeth Elliott both resemble Miriam. At Jerry’s Closed Quarters in Licktown, a brothel with a many-armed robot on the door, a Catholic girl who calls herself Anemone — her name is Louise — promises to ask about Elizabeth’s regulars. A big man watching outside leads him on a chase through Licktown’s streets that ends when the man fires on a hovering police transport, hits an engine and escapes; the transport settles above the street and Ortega stands framed in its hatch. She has been tailing him.
Back at the Hendrix, Miriam is waiting in his room. She asks him to drop the case; he refuses; her sleeve secretes a pheromone drug, Merge Nine, and they sleep together. She offers him her private island and its spare bodies, and is gone by morning. He buys clothes, two guns and a knife, then feels himself fragmenting in the mirror and leaves the guns behind — Envoy doctrine says weapons are a weakness.
At Jerry’s he finds Louise dead. Armed men call him “Ryker”, knock him out, and he wakes in a virtual construct in a woman’s body, where he is tortured, killed and restarted again and again, holding on by thinking of Jimmy. After a reboot he climbs onto a fishing skiff on a bright sea, where a woman in linen tells him she doesn’t believe he is Ryker. In the real world that woman, Trepp, gives him back his clothes and puts him in a limo to meet someone who can confirm his story. Blindfolded, he hears Jimmy’s voice tell him to get out; he kills Trepp with her own blaster and forces the driver down.
Before dawn, re-armed, he goes back for Jerry and gets two answers. Elizabeth tried to blackmail a Meth client, so Jerry had her killed. And Ryker is a cop — Ortega’s lover, stored for killing suspects — whom the street thought was out. Kovacs is wearing him. Under threat of real death, Jerry leads him to the Wei Clinic, where he was tortured. Kovacs kills everyone there, Jerry included, finds Louise’s body under a surgical machine with an audience still watching, and leaves with the surgeon Miller’s head — his stack — before the police arrive.
At Suntouch House Miriam plays tennis against Marco Kawahara while Bancroft’s guests watch — among them the chief justice of the U.N. Supreme Court — and a look passes between her and Kovacs. Laurens admits he chose Ryker’s sleeve himself, to spite Ortega, and that centuries have cooled his love for Miriam into something like veneration — so he pays for women instead.
Ortega threatens him with footage of the clinic killings, then takes him into a virtual interrogation room to face Kadmin, a habitual splitter whose self-image is a patchwork of the bodies he has worn — the Patchwork Man of the Harlan’s World nursery threat Kovacs grew up on.
“An electronic demon, a malignant spirit that dwelled in altered carbon”
Kadmin says he was not hired to kill Kovacs, though he will now. Kovacs hears what that means: whoever hired him wanted to talk. A bug Kovacs plants in the office of Kadmin’s lawyer catches calls to a fight venue and to Suntouch House. The venue is the Panama Rose, an ancient bulk carrier moored at the north end of the bay where fights go unrecorded, run by Emcee Carnage in a slightly wrong synthetic. Curtis picks a fight with Kovacs over Miriam, who sleeps with him too, and loses. Ortega’s partner, Rodrigo Bautista, tells Ryker’s story: a hero cop, framed for shooting two clinic staff whose bodies carried forged Catholic do-not-resleeve papers, while he was investigating a Catholic girl washed up from the sea — possibly fallen from an airship. Ortega pays for his storage.
On a virtual beach, Leila Begin calls Miriam a psychopath who killed her child and says Meths are untouchable. Waking from it in Chinatown, Kovacs and Ortega are ambushed; Ortega is shot in the shoulder, and a synthetic drops through the ceiling glass, laughing Kovacs’s name, and blows itself up. Kadmin is out. On the empty Golden Gate at night a doctor from Bay City Central admits that two days before Kovacs was freighted she planted a tracer in Ryker’s body, along the old stack incision. Waiting in Bay City Central’s release hall to snatch the warden, Kovacs watches a family fail to recognise a resleeved father, and remembers his own father walking past his waiting family in a new body and out of their lives.
He snatches Sullivan — who had the tracer put in — and in a Chinese restaurant Trepp walks in, resleeved from backup, with no memory of dying and no grudge. “Ray” wants a meeting. A private flight takes him to Europe, to a vast stone basilica under a cross — built, Ray remarks, by Franco — hung with grey bulletproof sacks: her clones. Ray is Reileen Kawahara, a Meth crime lord Kovacs knew on New Beijing. She hired Kadmin, to bring Kovacs to her alive, and recommended Kovacs to Bancroft; now he will convince Bancroft it was suicide, or Sarah, freighted from Harlan’s World, will be used to test her virtual interrogation techniques. He has ten days. He blacks out on a bender through Europe’s clubs with Trepp, sees Jimmy at a sink trying to wash his hands clean, and wakes in a park agreeing.
Ortega’s safe house is a boat offshore — Ryker’s boat, it turns out. She is furious: the police have cracked the Hendrix and found footage of him with Miriam, and she knows about the head in his fridge. A fight over a remote control ends in bed, and Kovacs wonders whether she wants him or the body. In the morning he tells her about Kawahara and Sarah and sketches an illegal plan.
Then his Envoy intuition fires. Ortega in a Resolution 653 T-shirt; Head in the Clouds, Kawahara’s airborne brothel over Bay City; a Catholic girl fallen from an airship; Ryker’s frame; Bancroft’s appetites; the U.N. guests at Suntouch House. A house where Catholic women can be killed for pleasure because no one can bring them back to testify.
Kawahara supplies what he asks for: a cover identity, the Rawling virus — the weapon of Innenin, the thing that killed Jimmy de Soto — and Irene Elliott, released to do the dipping, but into a borrowed body, because her own is still rented out. Raw in a stranger’s flesh, she spends a night with Victor and says it feels like being unfaithful. In a rented apartment in Oakland she plants a fake infection in a cheap virtual brothel. At Suntouch House Kovacs shows Laurens the forged record: infected there, he went home and shot himself to keep the virus out of his remote backup. Laurens accepts it.
On the study balcony, a telescope nobody is supposed to have touched for centuries shows fingerprints and a set angle; through it Kovacs sees Head in the Clouds. Miriam watches from the garden; he whispers that he hopes she and Kawahara are happy. In a virtual run by the Hendrix he breaks Miller’s stored mind. Then Kadmin calls: he has Ortega, outside. Kadmin throws her from his car; Kovacs leaves his gun beside her and walks to the car unarmed.
He wakes on the Panama Rose. Carnage stages a broadcast humiliation bout for a crowd Ryker once wronged, and Kadmin fights in a Right Hand of God martyr sleeve. Kovacs realises Kawahara has set the two of them on each other. He goes down again and again, until the glass above shatters: Trepp, firing a frag gun, then Bautista and the police. Carnage burns. Kovacs puts Bautista’s gun to the back of Kadmin’s neck and gives him real death.
For Head in the Clouds he breaks one more law and double-sleeves. One copy stays in Ryker’s body; the other wears a tech-ninja sleeve, the body he dreamed of at fifteen. Two of him drink at the Hendrix and agree to compare memories later and keep only one; Ryker-Kovacs calls Miriam to apologise and goes to her island as a decoy. Irene, promised her own body back as her price, cracks the airship’s blueprints from a bubblefab settlement by a lake; a recording wire goes under his eye, Stiff will chill him below the heat sensors, and she finds Kawahara’s weak point — the update needlecast from the airship to her remote storage and clones in Europe.
Ortega takes a police transport up to the airship; Kovacs drops from it in a stealth suit and grav harness and works his way to Kawahara’s quarters. She doesn’t know him in the new body, and she isn’t afraid — she will wake in a clone — until he tells her Irene has put the Rawling virus in her update needlecast. Her remote storage is spiked; this body is the only one she has. So she talks. The Catholic girl was a snuff recruit who ran and fell into the sea; Kawahara framed Ryker; she wore her son Marco’s sleeve at the Bancrofts’ tennis while working to stall Resolution 653. Bancroft would not help, so after Osaka she brought him aboard where, chemically assisted, he killed a Catholic girl, then went home and shot himself to wipe the memory before backup. Of people, she says:
“They reproduce like cancer cells, whether you want them or not.”
Trepp stuns him; Kawahara shoots Trepp, then rips the recorder out of his eye with pliers. Kovacs blows out the glass floor and they fall toward the ocean together, and in the air he presses a grenade to the back of her neck.
The narrator who comes back wears Ryker’s sleeve. The clone technician Sheryl Bostock admits that Miriam had her dose Laurens’s clone with an aggression drug while he was in Osaka. The two Kovacs copies, it emerges, settled which of them would live by scissors-paper-stone in a virtual forum in New York; the mind that went into the sea won, paper over stone, and the island copy was erased. At Suntouch House Miriam says Laurens killed himself from guilt, and throws her drink in his face. Kovacs gives her the only copy of the evidence against her: the erased copy asked him to protect her.
In the Epilogue, Irene is back in her own tall body in Ember, and Kovacs gives her eighty thousand to resleeve Elizabeth now. The U.N. inquiry into Kawahara stays secret; the rumours of Resolution 653’s forthcoming adoption finally break; he never speaks to Bancroft again. At Bay City Central, Ortega — whose lover will get this body back — takes Ryker’s cigarettes from him, kisses him half on the mouth, and watches him go in to be needlecast home.