By Peter Watts
Two months because the stars fell...
Two months given that sixty-five thousand alien gadgets clenched round the Earth like a luminous fist, screaming to the heavens because the surroundings burned them to ash. months seeing that that second of short, brilliant surveillance through brokers unknown.
Two months of silence, whereas an international holds its breath.
Now a few half-derelict area probe, sparking fitfully previous Neptune's orbit, hears a whisper from the sting of the sun approach: a faint sign sweeping the cosmos like a lighthouse beam. Whatever's in the market isn't chatting with us. It's chatting with a few far-off megastar, maybe. or even to whatever nearer, anything en route.
So who do you ship to strength introductions on an intelligence with reasons unknown, possibly unknowable? Who do you ship to satisfy the alien whilst the alien doesn't are looking to meet?
You ship a linguist with a number of personalities, her mind surgically partitioned into separate, sentient processing cores. You ship a biologist so notably interfaced with equipment that he sees x-rays and tastes ultrasound, so compromised by means of grafts and splices he not feels his personal flesh. You ship a pacifist warrior within the faint desire she won't be wanted, and the fainter one she'll do any sturdy if she is. You ship a monster to command all of them, an extinct hominid predator as soon as referred to as vampire, recalled from the grave with the voodoo of recombinant genetics and the blood of sociopaths. and also you ship a synthesist an informational topologist with part his brain long past as an interface among here and there, a conduit by which the useless heart may well wish to appreciate the Bleeding Edge.
You ship all of them to the sting of interstellar area, praying you could belief such freaks and retrofits with the destiny of an international. You worry they're extra alien than the item they've been despatched to find.
But you'd provide whatever for that to be real, in the event you simply knew what used to be anticipating them...
Read or Download Blindsight (Firefall, Book 1) PDF
Similar science fiction books
In a urban of fake faces, who will observe your identification? Detective Lieutenant Dore Konstantin pursues criminals and id crime in synthetic truth. The heroine of Tea from an Empty Cup returns in a super new novel by way of Pat Cadigan.
Owning expertise that permits him to trip throughout trade worlds, John Rayburn starts off construction a transdimensional advertisement empire, led by way of him, his closest buddies, and their doppelgängers from a number of various parallel universes. yet no longer each model of each individual is identical, and their agendas don't constantly coincide.
By means of the blessing of the Omnissiah used to be the Mars positive born – from the forges of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the amazing Baneblade super-heavy conflict tank involves carry dying and destruction to the foes of the Imperium. As a part of the Paragonian seventh corporation, Honoured Lieutenant Marken Cortein Lo Bannick instructions the venerable conflict desktop in a sour conflict opposed to the orks within the Kalidar method.
20 years after the invention of man-made wormholes launches Earth area exploration to unforeseeable heights, Starplex Director Keith Lansing investigates a mysterious vessel that quickly threatens the station with intergalactic warfare.
- AXIS (Spin 2.0)
- Spartan Planet
- Made to Love
- Ender in Exile (Ender, Book 1.6)
- The Divide
- Invader (Foreigner, Book 2)
Extra resources for Blindsight (Firefall, Book 1)
I didn't have to ask. At these kind of stakes, mission-critical elements didn't get the luxury of choice. I Peter Watts 35 Blindsight wouldn't even have the childish satisfaction of holding my breath and refusing to play—the will to resist is no less mechanical than the urge to breathe. Both can be subverted with the right neurochemical keys. "You killed my Kurzweill contract," I realized. " We let the vacuum between us speak for a while. "If I could go back and undo the—the thing that made you what you are," Dad said after a while, "I would.
We never saw them collide—not with each other, not with the cauldron of rock tumbling around Ben's equator. Every perigee dipped briefly into atmosphere; there they burned, and slowed, and accelerated back into space, their anterior scoops glowing with residual heat. " We tracked nearly four hundred thousand in less than two days. That appeared to be most of them; new sightings leveled off afterwards, the cumulative curve flattening towards some theoretical asymptote. Most of the orbits were close and fast, but Sarasti projected a frequency distribution extending almost back to Pluto.
Why haven't they made contact? Nothing's touched the O'Neills. Technology Implies Belligerence! ) Nothing attacked us. Nothing invaded. Yet So far. ) JIM MOORE VOICE ONLY ENCRYPTED ACCEPT? The text window blossomed directly in my line of sight, eclipsing the debate. I read it twice. I tried to remember the last time he'd called from the field, and couldn't. I muted the other windows. " "Son," he replied after a moment. " "Like everyone else. " He didn't answer immediately. "It's a big question, all right," he said at last.