Synopsis
They must find a common ground and the answer to the planetary silences in order to confront an enemy more ancient than the Transcendentals and more powerful than any Pedia.
Praise for TRANSCENDENTAL
“Jim Gunn doesn’t publish a new novel very often, but when he does it’s a whopper. Transcendental is his best yet, and in it he demonstrates his possession of one of the most finely developed skills at world-building (and at aliens-creating to populate those worlds) in science fiction today. Read it!” —Frederik Pohl, bestselling author of Gateway
“James Gunn, after a long, stellar career in science fiction, is a master of the narrative art—as he shows in this Chaucerian pilgrimage through the galactic future.” —Robert Silverberg, bestselling author ofLord Valentine’s Castle
Praise for JAMES GUNN
“Reads more like a collaboration between Heinlein and Asimov. The concept is pure, classic science fiction.” —New York Times Book Review on Star Bridge
“Its characters, at least the protagonists, are drawn with psychological depth. The charm and vividness of Gunn’s prose, plus his deft hand at keeping his plot moving, will keep readers on board through the end. The recent saga of Occupy Wall Street and the other Occupy movements around the country makes many of the events and actors of Kampus feel very current.” —Fantastical Andrew Fox
“One of the very best portrayals of contact with extraterrestrial intelligence ever written.” —Carl Sagan on The Listeners
JAMES GUNN is the Hugo Award–winning author of Transcendental, Transgalactic, and The Listeners, and the coauthor, with Jack Williamson, of the classic epic SF novel Star Bridge. He lives in Lawrence, Kansas, where he is professor emeritus of English at the University of Kansas. He is the founding director of the university's Center for the Study of Science Fiction. Gunn is also one of the last living Grandmaster Award winners from the golden age of science fiction. www.sfcenter.ku.edu
“Jim Gunn doesn’t publish a new novel very often, but when he does it’s a whopper. Transcendental is his best yet, and in it he demonstrates his possession of one of the most finely developed skills at world-building (and at aliens-creating to populate those worlds) in science fiction today. Read it!” —Frederik Pohl, bestselling author of Gateway
“James Gunn, after a long, stellar career in science fiction, is a master of the narrative art—as he shows in this Chaucerian pilgrimage through the galactic future.” —Robert Silverberg, bestselling author ofLord Valentine’s Castle
Praise for JAMES GUNN
“Reads more like a collaboration between Heinlein and Asimov. The concept is pure, classic science fiction.” —New York Times Book Review on Star Bridge
“Its characters, at least the protagonists, are drawn with psychological depth. The charm and vividness of Gunn’s prose, plus his deft hand at keeping his plot moving, will keep readers on board through the end. The recent saga of Occupy Wall Street and the other Occupy movements around the country makes many of the events and actors of Kampus feel very current.” —Fantastical Andrew Fox
“One of the very best portrayals of contact with extraterrestrial intelligence ever written.” —Carl Sagan on The Listeners
EXCERPT
The invasion began a million or more long-cycles ago, but
the galaxy is bigger than minds can encompass, and information crawls across
interstellar space if it moves at all. The Galactic Federation was slow to
recognize the nature of the danger.
The Galactic Federation is a misnomer. It actually occupies
only a single spiral arm of the local galaxy that humans call “the Milky Way,”
although in recent long-cycles explorations began into the neighboring spiral
arm in search of what had become known as the Transcendental Machine. So it is
not surprising that the invasion went unnoticed until remote worlds of the
Federation began to fall silent, sending out no capsule messages through the
network of nexus points that made interstellar travel and communication
possible, and failing to acknowledge those sent as routine reports or
inquiries.
Finally, bureaucracy stirred and dispatched automated survey
ships and, when they did not return, ships staffed with representatives of the
various species that made up the Federation. They, too, went missing until, at
last, a single damaged vessel appeared in a space monitored by Federation
Central and remained motionless where it had materialized from a nexus point.
When it was finally reached and boarded, investigators found its crew dead
except for a single survivor, the captain.
He was a Dorian and his guttural voice was recorded before
he died. “They are all dead, all dead,” he said. It wasn’t clear to his
rescuers whether he was referring to his crew or the inhabitants of the planets
they surveyed. “We brought them into the ship, thinking they were evidence of
what had happened, maybe recordings, our science officer said. But they must
have been poisoned. They were sterilized, you know, according to protocol. We
did everything by protocol. They swarmed out, unseen but we knew they were
there by what happened. The crew went mad, you see. The invisible creatures did
that, and the crew turned upon each other as if they were trying to get away.
But they couldn’t until they all were dead. All dead.”
The investigators found no evidence in the ship’s automated
records about invaders, only recordings of the crew killing each other with
their bare hands and anything they could tear away from the ship to use as
weapons. The ship had returned only because the captain had programmed
instructions to be executed automatically in case of emergency.
Finally Federation Central began to take seriously the
possibility that something mysterious and possibly invisible had emerged in the
unexplored spiral arms of the galaxy, or had entered the galaxy from somewhere
beyond the zone of thinning stars and the beginning of intergalactic space.
Three long-cycles later the news reached Riley and Asha and the Pedia at the
heart of the human world.
Asha sent a message to Riley: “Get in touch about silent
stars. Pedia says invasion is 92.4 percent likely.”
Riley turned to a rejuvenated Jak in his subsurface lunar
laboratory. Jak was a mad scientist, who had turned his own clones into agents
in the quest for the Transcendental Machine. Riley had entrusted Jak with the
matter-transmission process that had led to transcendence. It was an act of
blind trust if not even hubris—Jak was a mad scientist but he was Riley’s mad
scientist. Now, with a copy of the Transcendental Machine reproduced in Jak’s
laboratory, Jak had been his own experimental subject, followed by his daughter
Jer, and the process had restored Jak’s health if not his youth. He was still
mad, only not as desperate.
The laboratory itself was much as it had been when Riley had
told Jak and Jer about the Transcendental Machine and left with them the red
sphere that he had discovered on the primitive planet where the Transcendental
Machine had stranded him, where dinosaurs had survived or avoided the
catastrophes that had destroyed their kind, or their evolutionary equivalents,
on other worlds. The red sphere had survived the millennia as well, the only
known artifact in this arm of the galaxy of the creatures who had created the
Transcendental Machine. Perhaps it held their secrets as well.
But now the laboratory was filled with the machinery of
transcendence.
“The Pedia thinks the galaxy has been invaded,” Riley said.
“The Pedia doesn’t think,” Jak said. “It calculates.”
“Still—”
“Its calculations are usually accurate, although limited by
a lack of imagination.”
“So—you think there is an invasion?”
Jak shrugged. “That’s a matter of definition. The galaxy is
big and vast spiral arms are unexplored, even unapproached, like the ‘terra
incognita’ of deepest Africa in the nineteenth century. So who knows what may
lurk in the vast unknown, like the culture that created the Transcendental
Machine, until it bursts into our sphere of awareness.”
“Your point is that it doesn’t matter whether it is native
to our galaxy or from another galaxy?”
Jak shrugged again. He was clearly bored with this line of
discussion. He bored easily, when it was not his idea.
“But surely what does matter is whether we are being
invaded.”
“We?”Jak said. “It’s the Federation’s problem.”
“But what if the Federation is overmatched?”
“We’ll all be long dead before it affects our little corner
of the galaxy,” Jak said. “If it ever does. The galaxy is far bigger and its
stars are far more distant from each other than any of us—even me—can imagine.
Our system is remote and in an impoverished neighborhood. It might easily be
overlooked.”
“And that’s reason enough not to be concerned?”
“The Pedia has to be concerned,” Jak said. “That’s its
categorical imperative: the welfare of the human species. That’s what I mean by
a lack of imagination. We have other choices. And wasting my limited moments of
existence on a possible invasion in the remote future by unknown creatures is
not one of them.”
“So you think it’s possible?”
“Oh, I think it’s likely. As I said, the Pedia’s
calculations are pretty accurate, and it has greater calculating power than
anything this side of Federation Central itself. I just choose not to get
involved.”
Riley nodded and made arrangements to return to Earth. He
would deal with Jak later.
Copyright © 2017 by James
Gunn
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