The Forge of God. Greg Bear (S.F. Masterworks)

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9780575096837: The Forge of God. Greg Bear (S.F. Masterworks)

A stunning novel of alien invasion from a master of the genre The disappearance of one of Jupiter's moons, the appearance of "little green men" in Australia and the American Southwest, and the sudden presence of unidentifiable objects on a collision course inside the Earth's core add up to the inescapable conclusion that the Earth has been invaded by an enemy it cannot fight. Powerfully and gracefully written, the latest novel by the author of EON and BLOOD MUSIC stands far above most examples of "doomsday" science fiction.

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Greg Bear has won both the HUGO and the NEBULA AWARDS. His novel EON was one of the SF novels, epic in scope and grand in concept, that was credited with re-invigorating the genre in the 1980s. His novel BLOOD MUSIC is a uniquely uplifting apocalyptic tale of evolution overtaking mankind. He lives in the USA.

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September 28-29
Camped beside the mountain that should not have been there, wrapped in cold desert darkness, Edward Shaw could not sleep. He heard steady breathing from the still forms of his two companions, and marveled at their ease.
He had written in his notebook:
* * *
The mound is approximately five hundred meters long and half as wide, perhaps a hundred meters high, (apparently) the basaltic cinder cone of a dead volcano, covered with boulder- and cobble-sized chunks of dark black scoria and surrounded by fine white quartz sand. It is not on our maps nor in the 1991 Geosat directory. The flanks of the cone are steeper than the angle of repose, as much as fifty and sixty degrees. The weathering is haphazard at best--some parts open to the sun and rain are jet black, shiny, and other areas are only mildly rusty. There are no insects on the mound--specifically, lift any rock and you will notfind a scorpion or millipede. There are no beer cans.
* * *
Edward, Brad Minelli, and Victor Reslaw had journeyed from Austin, Texas, to combine a little geology with a lot of camping and hiking across the early autumn desert. Edward was the eldest, thirty-three; he was also the shortest and in a close race with Reslaw to lose his hair the fastest. He stood five feet nine inches in his hiking boots, and his slender frame and boyish, inquisitive features made him seem a lot younger, despite the thinning hair. To see objects closer than two feet from his round nose, he wore gold wire-framed round-lensed glasses, a style he had adopted as an adolescent in the late seventies.
Edward lay on his back with his hands clasped behind his head and stared up at the clear steady immensity of the sky. Three days before, dark and gravid clouds had conspired in the flaming sunset to drop a true gully-washer into Death Valley. Their camp had been on high ground, but they had seen basketball-sized boulders slide and roll down freshly gouged channels.
The desert seemed once again innocent of water and change. All around the camp hung a silence more precious than any amount of gold. Not even the wind spoke.
He felt very large in the solitude, as if he might spread his fingers over half the land from horizon to horizon, and gather a mica coat of stars on his fingers. Conversely, in his largeness, he was also a little frightened. This inflated magnitude of self could easily be pricked and shrink to nothing, an illusion of comfort and warmth and high intellectual fever.
Not once in his six-year career as a professor of geology had he found a major error in the U.S. Geological Survey Death Valley charts. The Mojave Desert and Death Valley were the Mecca and Al Medina of western U.S. geologists; they had tramped over the regions for well over a century, drawn by the nakedness and shameless variety of the Earth. From its depths miners had hauled borax and talc and gypsum and other useful, unglamorous minerals. In some places, niter-lined caves wedged several hundred feet into the Earth. A spelunker need descend only twenty or thirty feet to feel the heat; creation still lay close under Death Valley.
There were hundreds of dead volcanoes, black or sullen red on the tan and gray and pink desert, between the resort at Furnace Creek and the small town of Shoshone, yet each one had been charted and was likely featured in some graduate research paper or another.
This mountain was an anomaly.
That was impossible.
Reslaw and Minelli had shrugged it off as an interesting if unique error on the maps; a misplacement, like the discovery of some new island in an archipelago, known to the natives but lost in a shuffle of navigators’ charts; a kind of Pitcairn of volcanic mounds.
But the cinder cone was too close to routes traveled at least once or twice a year. Edward knew that it had not been misplaced. He could not deceive himself as his friends did.
Neither could he posit any other explanation.
* * *
They walked once again around the base of the mound at midmorning. The sun was already high in the flat, still blue sky. It was going to be a hot day. Red-haired, stocky Reslaw sipped coffee from a green-enameled Thermos bottle, a serviceable antique purchased in a rock-and-junk shop in Shoshone; Edward chewed on a granola bar and sketched details in a small black cloth-bound notebook. Minelli trailed them, idly chipping at boulders with a rock pick, his loose, lanky form, unkempt black hair, and pale skin giving him the appearance of a misplaced urban scrounger.
He stopped ten yards behind Edward. “Hey,“ he called out. “Did you see this?”
“What?”
“A hole.”
Edward turned back. Reslaw glanced back at them, shrugged, and continued around the mound to the north.
The hole was about a meter wide and slanted upward into the mass of the mound. Edward had not seen it because it began in deep shadow, under a ledge illuminated by the warm rays of the sun. “It’s not a flow tube. Look how smooth,“ Minelli said. “No collapse, no patterns.”
“Bad geology,“ Edward commented. If the mound is a fake, then this is the first mistake.
“Hm?”
“It’s not natural. Looks like some prospector got here before us.”
“Why dig a hole in a cinder cone?”
“Maybe it’s an Indian cave,“ Edward offered lamely. The hole disturbed him.
“Indians with diamond drills? Not likely,“ Minelli said with a faint edge of scorn. Edward ignored his tone and stepped on a lava boulder to get a better look up into the darkness. He pulled a flashlight from his belt and squeezed it to shine a beam into the depths. Smooth-bored matte-finish lava walls absorbed the light beyond eight or ten meters; to that point, the tunnel was straight and featureless, inclining upward at about thirty degrees.
“Do you smell something?” Minelli asked.
Edward sniffed. “Yeah. What is it?”
“I’m not sure...”
The odor was faint and smooth and sweet, slightly acrid. It did not encourage further investigation. “Like a lab smell,“ Minelli said.
“That’s it,“ Edward agreed. “Iodine. Crystalline iodine.”
“Right.”
Minelli’s forehead wrinkled in a mock fit of manic speculation. “Got it,“ he said. “This is a junkie rock. A sanitary junkie cinder cone.”
Edward ignored him again. Minelli was infamous for a sense of humor so strange it hardly ever produced anything funny. “Needle mark,“ “Minelli explained in an undertone, realizing his failure. “You still think this isn’t a map mistake?”
“If you found a street in New York City, not on any map, wouldn’t you be suspicious?”
“I’d call up the mapmakers.”
“Yeah, well, this place is as crowded as New York City, as far as geologists are concerned.”
“All right,“ Minelli conceded. “So it’s new. Just popped up out of nowhere.”
“That sounds pretty stupid, doesn’t it?” Edward said.
“Your idea, not mine.”
Edward backed away from the hole and suppressed a shiver. A new mole and it won’t go away; a blemish that shouldn’t be here.
“What’s Reslaw doing?” Minelli asked. “Let’s find him.”
“This-a-way,“ Edward said, pointing north. “We can still catch up.”
They heard Reslaw call out.
He had not gone far. At the northernmost point of the mound’s base, they found him squatting on top of a beetle-shaped lava boulder.
“Tell me I’m not seeing what I’m seeing,“ he said, pointing to the shade below the rock. Minelli made a face and hurried ahead of Edward.
In the sand, two meters from the boulder, lay something that at first glance resembled a prehistoric flying creature, a pteranodon perhaps, wings folded, canted over to one side.
It was not mineral, Edward decided immediately; it certainly didn’t resemble any animal he had seen. That it might be a distorted plant, a peculiar variety of succulent or cactus, seemed the most likely explanation.
Minelli edged around the find, cautiously giving it a berth of several yards. Whatever it was, it was about the size of a man, bilaterally symmetric and motionless, dusty gray-green with touches of pastel flesh-pink. Minelli stopped his circling and simply gaped.
“I don’t think it’s alive,“ Reslaw said.
“Did you touch it?” Minelli asked.
“Hell no.”
Edward kneeled before it. There was a definite logic to the thing; a kind of head two feet long and shaped rather like a bishop’s miter, or a flattened artillery, shell, point down in the sand; a knobby pair of shoulder blades behind the fan-crest of the miter; short thin trunk and twisted legs in squat position behind that. Stubby six-digit feet or hands on the ends of the limbs.
Not a plant.
“Is it a corpse, maybe?” Minelli asked. “Wearing something, like a dog, you know, covered with clothes--”
“No,“ Edward said. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the thing. He reached out to touch it, then reconsidered and slowly withdrew his fingers.
Reslaw climbed down from the boulder. “Scared me so bad I jumped,“ he explained.
“Jesus Christ,“ Minelli said. “What do we do?”
The snout of the miter lifted from the sand and three glassy eyes the color of fine old sherry emerged. The shock was so great that none of the three moved. Edward finally took a step back, almost reluctantly. The eyes in the miter-head followed him, then sank away again, and the head nodded back into the sand. A sound issued from the thing, mu...

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