Saturn Run
(Sprache: Englisch)
In 2066, a Caltech intern notices an anomaly from a space telescope--something is approaching Saturn, and decelerating. Space objects don't decelerate. Spaceships do The race is on, and a hastily thrown-together crew finds its strength and wits tested...
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In 2066, a Caltech intern notices an anomaly from a space telescope--something is approaching Saturn, and decelerating. Space objects don't decelerate. Spaceships do The race is on, and a hastily thrown-together crew finds its strength and wits tested against adversaries of this earth and beyond. So buckle up, because two perfectly matched storytellers are about to take you for a ride...
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Fans of The Martian will enjoy this extraordinary new thriller of the future from #1 New York Times bestselling and Pulitzer Prize winning author John Sandford and internationally known photo-artist and science fiction aficionado Ctein.In 2066, a Caltech intern notices an anomaly from a space telescope something is approaching Saturn, and decelerating. Space objects don t decelerate. Spaceships do...
A flurry of top-level government meetings produce the inescapable conclusion: Whatever built the ship is at least one hundred years ahead of our technology, and whoever can get their hands on it will have an advantage so large, no other nation can compete.
The race is on, and a remarkable adventure begins. Soon a hastily thrown-together crew finds its strength and wits tested against adversaries of this earth and beyond. So buckle up, because two perfectly matched storytellers are about to take you for a ride...
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Chapter OneFebruary 9, 2066
From ten kilometers out, the Sky Survey Observatory looked like an over-sized beer can. Yellow-white sunlight glittered from the can s outward side, while the other half was a shifting funhouse reflection of the pale blues and pearly cloud-streaks of the Earth, a thousand kilometers below.
The can was not quite alone: an egg-shaped service module, human-sized, encrusted with insectile appendages, ports, windows and cameras, was closing in on it. Storage lockers and canisters surrounded the base of the egg. Had there been any air around it, and anything with ears, the faint twang of country music might have been heard vibrating through its ice-white walls: Oh, my ATV is a hustlin on down the line, and them tofu critters are looking mighty fine
The handyman was making a house call.
The Sky Survey Observatory carried four telescopes: the Big Eye, the Medium Eye, the Small Eye, and Chuck s Eye, the latter unofficially named after a congressman who slipped the funding into a veto-proof Social Security bill. The scopes stared outward, assisted by particle and radiation detectors, looking for interesting stuff.
All of the SSO s remotely operable telescopes, radio dishes, and particle sensors, all the digital cameras and computers, all the storage systems and fuel tanks and solar cells, lived at the command of astronomers sitting comfortably in climate-controlled offices back on the ground.
Until the observatory broke. Then somebody had to go there with the metaphorical equivalent of a screwdriver.
One of the groundhuggers called, Can you see it?
Joe Martinez said into his chin mike, Yeah, I can. Holy cow. Something really whacked that motherfucker.
What! What? Joe, what
Just messin with you, Bob.
Hey, Joe? I m pushing the button that cuts off your air.
Didn t know you had one of those.
You don t mess with astronomers, Joe.
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Cutting the air in 3-2-1
Martinez was a handyman; his official title was Chief of Station Operations, which meant that he kept the place running.
He hadn t had much to do except drink coffee and read the current Guitar Riffs for last couple hours, waiting to make the approach to the SSO. Barring some weird million-to-one mishap, his trajectory was fixed by the laws of physics and the impulse from the low velocity rail-gun at the station; the computer said he was exactly on track. He sucked down some more of the decaf, his fingers unconsciously tapping out a counterpoint to the Blue Ridge Bitches, the band he currently favored.
Martinez wasn t a scientist. He did mechanics and electronics, a little welding, a lot of gluing, the occasional piece of plumbing, and still more gluing. He had a degree in electro-mechanical engineering, but there were days when he thought he should ve gotten one in adhesives. His engineering and academic background, combined with an instinctive love of machine tools, made him a quick study, but he didn t have much interest in building new machines.
On the ground, he messed around with electric guitars, video games, propeller-driven airplanes and wooden speedboats. He loved real hardware even more than he loved his computer, and he did love his computer. If he could build it, fix it, refurbish it or just plain tinker with it, he was happy.
But he was happiest up in the sky, where he did a little of everything; he was the world s best-paid handyman.
Bob Anderson came back: What do you think?
I can t see anything, Martinez said. I mean, nothing unusual.
Good. You going manual?
As m
Martinez was a handyman; his official title was Chief of Station Operations, which meant that he kept the place running.
He hadn t had much to do except drink coffee and read the current Guitar Riffs for last couple hours, waiting to make the approach to the SSO. Barring some weird million-to-one mishap, his trajectory was fixed by the laws of physics and the impulse from the low velocity rail-gun at the station; the computer said he was exactly on track. He sucked down some more of the decaf, his fingers unconsciously tapping out a counterpoint to the Blue Ridge Bitches, the band he currently favored.
Martinez wasn t a scientist. He did mechanics and electronics, a little welding, a lot of gluing, the occasional piece of plumbing, and still more gluing. He had a degree in electro-mechanical engineering, but there were days when he thought he should ve gotten one in adhesives. His engineering and academic background, combined with an instinctive love of machine tools, made him a quick study, but he didn t have much interest in building new machines.
On the ground, he messed around with electric guitars, video games, propeller-driven airplanes and wooden speedboats. He loved real hardware even more than he loved his computer, and he did love his computer. If he could build it, fix it, refurbish it or just plain tinker with it, he was happy.
But he was happiest up in the sky, where he did a little of everything; he was the world s best-paid handyman.
Bob Anderson came back: What do you think?
I can t see anything, Martinez said. I mean, nothing unusual.
Good. You going manual?
As m
... weniger
Autoren-Porträt von John Sandford, Ctein
John Sandford is the author of twenty-five Prey novels, most recently Gathering Prey, eight Virgil Flowers novels, and eight other books, including the young adult novels Uncaged and Outraged, written with Michelle Cook. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.Ctein is an internationally known photographer and expert on photographic printing. He holds a double degree from Caltech in English and physics, and is the author of more than five hundred articles, columns, books, and manuals. A celebrated member of the science fiction community, he lives in San Francisco.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autoren: John Sandford , Ctein
- 2017, 592 Seiten, Maße: 10,8 x 19 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley
- ISBN-10: 1101987529
- ISBN-13: 9781101987520
- Erscheinungsdatum: 25.01.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A terrific story of alien first contact. It s a book Michael Crichton would have enjoyed, but never could have written...With the able partnership of Ctein, it s fast, scientifically believable, and peopled by characters who become good friends. Fans of Lucas Davenport and Virgil Flowers will eat this up. Stephen KingThree things to now: First, I m the world s biggest John Sandford fan. Second: I saw this book and thought... What? Third: I needn t have worried. It s vintage Sandford all the way, with all his trademark strengths and insights, except set in the future, not the present. You won t be disappointed. Lee Child
Utterly captivating!...the heart of a breakneck thriller and the mind of the best science fiction (Bradbury and Heinlein come to mind).... Sandford and Ctein have brilliantly pulled off the difficult task of making a very different world familiar, proving that a born storyteller is a storyteller, whether he sets his books on mean streets or in deep space. I, for one, want more. Jeffrey Deaver
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