In the Ocean of Night

In the Ocean of Night

Gregory Benford

Language: English

Pages: 0

ISBN: 0671446673

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A classic novel of man's future and fate, written by the eminent American physicist and award-winning author of "Timescape."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there, a bit of boat-rocking would result. If not, this stunt would probably earn him and Nikka a swift boot in the pants and one-way orders shipping them Earthside. “Here it comes,” Nikka said. In the gloomy bay the man-made electronics glowed with a reassuring yellow and orange. Nikka shifted uneasily. The shadowed bulk of machinery around her stood silent, brooding, ominous. She told herself that her reaction was stupid. There was no reason to be jumpy. She had worked at the alien computer

dream faded when he learned he couldn’t sing. Near the entrance he did a little two-step, whistling, lifting, lilting, and then pushed out into the dimming spring sunlight. The exit guard stopped him. She looked at his badge photograph and then back at his face. “Can’t match up this ruined visage with that cherubic photograph?” “Oh, sorry. I knew you worked here, sir, and I’m new, I hadn’t seen you. I saw you on Three-D when I was a girl.” She smiled prettily at him and he felt suddenly

comical way that he hoped would break Lubkin’s mood. “Beyond me, I’m afraid.” The elevator door slid aside. “If it’s beyond you, I’m pretty sure it’s beyond all of us, Nigel.” He shuffled his feet, as though vaguely embarrassed. “Look, I’ve got to run. Give my best to Alexandria, will you? And don’t forget the party, eh?” “Certainly.” As Nigel left the building he felt good to be getting away from Lubkin, a man he basically found difficult to like, but who had somehow touched him for a moment

Alexandria’s eyelids fluttered, mothlike, and she moved her right hand weakly in a beckoning motion. Nigel went to her. “He is. Seeing. Through me. Nigel. He wants. You. To know that.” Nigel looked back at Hufman helplessly. “No, do not be. Afraid. He wants to see. To feel. To walk. In this world.” “Who is he, Alexandria?” Nigel’s voice broke as he said her name. “He is the Immanence,” she said, as though to a child. “I know. What He has done. You and the Doctor. Do not need. To whisper. I

relaxation, darted away. There were two places, he thought, where people feel closer to the source of things. The ocean, with its salty memory of origins. And in the desert—bleached, carved, turning beneath a yellow flame, a place reduced to the raw edge. And yet it was alive with a fine webbing of creatures. Perhaps that was why the being wanted to come here. He remembered buying his backpack, goosedown sleeping bag and boots in a Mexico City shop. Remembered the short flight into the high

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