Pandora's Star (The Commonwealth Saga)
Peter F. Hamilton
Critics have in comparison the engrossing house operas of Peter F. Hamilton to the vintage sagas of such sf giants as Isaac Asimov and Frank Herbert. yet Hamilton’s bestselling fiction—powered via a fearless mind's eye and world-class storytelling skills—has additionally earned him comparability to Tolstoy and Dickens. highly formidable, wildly unique, philosophically stimulating: the novels of Peter F. Hamilton will swap the best way you consider technology fiction. Now, with Pandora’s Star, he starts a brand new multivolume event, person who gives you to be his such a lot marvelous but.
The 12 months is 2380. The Intersolar Commonwealth, a sphere of stars a few 400 light-years in diameter, comprises greater than 600 worlds, interconnected by means of an internet of shipping “tunnels” often called wormholes. on the farthest fringe of the Commonwealth, astronomer Dudley Bose observes the most unlikely: Over a thousand light-years away, a celebrity . . . vanishes. It doesn't cross supernova. It doesn't cave in right into a black gap. It easily disappears. because the position is simply too far-off to arrive by way of wormhole, a faster-than-light starship, the Second Chance, is dispatched to benefit what has happened and even if it represents a probability. In command is Wilson Kime, a five-time rejuvenated ex-NASA pilot whose glory days are centuries in the back of him.
against the challenge are the Guardians of Selfhood, a cult that believes the human race is being manipulated by means of an alien entity they name the Starflyer. Bradley Johansson, chief of the Guardians, warns of sabotage, fearing the Starflyer capability to exploit the starship’s venture for its personal ends.
Pursued via a Commonwealth unique agent confident the Guardians are loopy yet risky, Johansson flees. however the hazard isn't prevented. Aboard the Second Chance, Kime wonders if his team has been infiltrated. quickly sufficient, he'll produce other concerns. 1000 light-years away, anything actually excellent is ready: a dangerous discovery whose unleashing will threaten to break the Commonwealth . . . and humanity itself.
Could it's that Johansson used to be right?
From the Hardcover edition.
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friendly conversational tone. ‘It’s now not loss of life. now not ultimate. at the present time it’s bodyloss, reminiscence erasure, plenty of euphemisms that describe what's basically a discontinuity in awareness. Your physique will be killed, however the clinics on each Commonwealth planet can convey you again to existence with an easy cloning process. There’s a clean decade or , yet finally you’re strolling around back as though not anything ever occurred. It’s an excellent mental crutch to have. loads of psychiatrists argue that.
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