Blindsight
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Author
Contributions
- Thomas Pringle - Cover Design
Publication
2006-10-03 - Tor Books, New York, USA
Language
English
Word Count
96,000 words, Guess
Page Count
384 pages
Physical Format
Hardcover
Identifiers
- Open LibraryOL8053539M
- ISBN-139780765312181
- ISBN-100765312182
- OCLC Control Number64289149
- OCLC Control Numberblindsight00watt
and 4 more
- Library of Congress Control Number2006005917
- LibraryThing1333265
- WikidataQ58950296
- Goodreads48484
Classifications
- DDC813.6
- LCCPR9199.3.W386 B58 2006
Description
*Two months since the stars fell...* Two months since sixty-five thousand alien objects clenched around the Earth like a luminous fist, screaming to the heavens as the atmosphere burned them to ash. Two months since that moment of brief, bright surveillance by agents unknown. Two months of silence while a world holds its breath. Now some half-derelict space probe, sparking fitfully past Neptune's orbit, hears a whisper from the edge of the solar system: a faint signal sweeping the cosmos like a lighthouse beam. Whatever's out there isn't talking to us. It's talking to some distant star, perhaps. Or perhaps to something closer, something *en route.* So who do you send to force introductions on an intelligence with motives unknown, maybe unknowable? Who do you send to meet the alien when the alien doesn't want to meet? You send a linguist with multiple personalities, her brain surgically partitioned into separate, sentient processing cores. You send a biologist so radically interfaced with machinery that he sees X-rays and tastes ultrasound, so compromised by grafts and splices that he no longer feels his own flesh. You send a pacifist warrior in the faint hope she won't be needed, and a fainter hope that she'll do any good if she is needed. You send a monster to command them all, an extinct hominid predator once called "vampire," recalled from the grave with the voodoo of recombinant genetics and the blood of sociopaths. And you send a synthesist—an informational topologist with half his mind gone—as an interface between *here* and *there,* a conduit through which the Dead Center might hope to understand the Bleeding Edge. You send them all to the edge of interstellar space, praying you can trust such freaks and retrofits with the fate of a world. You fear they may be more alien than the thing they've been sent to find. But you'd give anything for that to be true, if you only knew what was waiting for them....
First Sentence
IT DIDN'T START out here.
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