Things are not always as they appear, he thought, recalling the words of a childhood tutor. Unmarked, it looked like nothing more than a test dig. He drew a deep breath and turned toward the shallow excavation. Miru stopped for a moment and looked to the foreshortened horizon across pockmarked terrain, the peculiar “grapefruit” texture of Triton’s Eastern Hemisphere, methane and nitrogen ice encrusting the rock. Soon, the tractor-worn path turned off the ridge. In retrospect, the interim seemed like sleep. He had almost forgotten the passions of his youth when the Project had re-aroused them. Miru’s first months of exertion building Jiru City were joyous. When he first saw the object-which he was careful not to call “alien” to anyone but himself-it had seemed that he’d awakened from a long sleep. Triton was a largely worthless world that had revealed most of its secrets long before he arrived. He hoped the knowledge he gathered could divert the brewing war that would, he was certain, consume all the worlds of the Solar System. That did not slow his pace rather, he hurried, dedicated. He could see no metal sliver slicing the black of space, no hot exhaust, nothing unusual. This was seventy-two hours before the end of the human race as he knew it. He almost laughed, but he knew to do so would reduce him to tears of frustration. Why now? Why here? Of all times and places, why start a war here and now when we are so close to. Thoughts of Earth reminded him that somewhere in the recesses of space, not far away now, an invading warship from that world blazed nearer. Neptune filled the sky, lighting Miru’s path about as brightly as, though shades bluer than, the full Moon on Earth. I hope you enjoy!Ī tenuous breeze hissed across Liu Miru’s suit as he crossed a ridge of nitrogen ice. You for picking up this book and reading it. Finally, this list of appreciations wouldn’t be complete without thanking Lytton, for such a lovely and unique book design. Thank you, Greg Martin, for letting us use the beautiful and haunting “Neptune Skies” for the cover art and thank you, Melissa J. “Thanks” cannot express my gratitude to Kij Johnson, whose support kept this project-and my writing-alive through what felt like endless character-building adversity (ask me about this over a beer). Reynolds, the editor who bought most of my recent stories and who, by publishing my first novel, has renewed my writing energy manifold. Thanks to Lydia Ash for encouraging me to get back in the writing saddle. Stanley Schmidt, the editor who published my first story and wanted another, thus keeping me writing. became my agent, making me feel like a professional. The keen eyes of Erica Binns and Grace Smith have ensured that this book is as error-free as mere mortals can make it: Thank you! By buying my first story, Algis Budrys reinforced the crazy notion that I wanted to be a writer later, A.J. Endless thanks to the Lawrence SF Writers, especially Michael McGinnis, Aaron Rosenberg, and Ann Tonsor Zeddies (affectionately called the ALAGAMOWGP Workshop-ask me why some time), whose encouragement and critiques kept me going. Road to Science Fiction anthologies, and in the years since has helped me better understand this genre and how to write it. He introduced me to science fiction when I was young with his wonderful James Gunn, my mentor and friend from this book’s conception through its birth. Most of all I must express eternal appreciation to Transcendence by Christopher McKitterick is licensed under aĬreative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. Dog Ear feature works best in Firefox or Google Chrome if you're using IE, don't click CTRL or you'll see an error box.Īnd now to read the book, just click the X at the top right corner of this box. To clear your Dog Ear, just click on the folded corner at the side of the screen, and your bookmark will be cleared. Because this doesn't work in IE, click here to read the full novel in HTML without the Dog Ears. The next time you return, you will automatically jump to where you left off. In Firefox or Google Chrome (only - not in Internet Explorer), just hit CTRL and mouse click anywhere in the text, and this site will remember where you are. This version of Transcendence comes with Dog Ears, a bit of code written to allow you to bookmark where you are in the book. If you like it, please consider buying a copy, making a donation, or otherwise letting the author know what you think! This is a free HTML version of the novel. Welcome to Christopher McKitterick's Transcendance.
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