Fans of Bear's books have always seemed a little gimlet eyed to me. "The science is so hard," they whisper through clenched teeth. "Oh soooo hard."
Which puts a fellow off.
But I like the look of his latest, War Dogs, even though it's an idea I wanted to write myself at some point. A sci fi story about aliens arriving, giving us all their most advanced and SPLODEY kit, and then confessing they need us to fight some much nastier aliens for them.
I always imagined this as being a function of the Great Filter. Any race sufficiently advanced to harness the energies required for inter-solar travel stand a good chance of wiping themselves out with those energies. So the benevolent aliens are like really smart space wimps who build our star drives and powered armour for us but can't possibly do any of the fighting because they're all so effete and concerned with the survival of their species.
Still, now I don't have to write it. Bear beat me to the power glove punch. I'm hoping it wont be too depressing and that those space lizards get what's coming.