![]() ![]() (If you’re reading this, Peter, I’m very sorry for the state of that house/room. We learned about him through a mutual friend, and hosted him at our home when he needed a bed to sleep in on a layover long, long ago. 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 knew what was waiting for them.Ī little fair warning here – I’m predisposed to like Blindsight by Peter Watts. Send them to the edge of the solar system, praying you can trust such freaks and monsters with the fate of a world. Send a man with half his mind gone since childhood. Send a pacifist warrior, and a vampire recalled from the grave by the voodoo of paleogenetics. ![]() Who to send to meet the alien, when the alien doesn't want to meet? Send a linguist with multiple-personality disorder, and a biologist so spliced to machinery he can't feel his own flesh. Something talks out there: but not to us. ![]() ![]() The heavens have been silent since - until a derelict space probe hears whispers from a distant comet. It's been two months since a myriad of alien objects clenched about the Earth, screaming as they burned. Genres: Science Fiction, Hard Science Fiction, Space Opera, Horror, First Contact Published by Tor Books on October 3, 2006 ![]()
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