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The Robinson family is blasting off again, in an all-new version of the immortal SF classic starring Gary Oldman, William Hurt, Matt LeBlanc, Mimi Rogers and Heather Graham. The world they are fleeing has changed dramatically, and so has their deep space mission.The Robinsons lift off from a dying Earth, sickened by pollution and overpopulation. They pilot a hyperdrive spaceship through quantum wormholes and across relativistic reefs in search of a new Eden, Alpha Primean unspoiled planet light-years away, where humankind will get its second and last chance. And they face enemies more awesome, more devious and more lethal than anything they ever faced before.
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Joan D. Vinge
Lost in Space
0-06-105049-0 1998
To Lister and Mary and the Clarion Class of 97
I wouldnt say it if I didnt love it
Acknowledgments
The author is extremely grateful to Melanie Orpen, for her help in unravelling the Gordian Knot; and also to Rich Miller and Jim Frenkel, for getting the elephants over the Alps.
Prologue
Hypergate Docking, this is Grissom One. Request final descent vector. The pilot of the Grissom One looked out at the view slowly filling the bubble dome of the ships bridge, and smiled. There was no other choice, when you first saw this view. No matter how many times you saw it, it was like nothing else: the Earth hanging in space, a blue opal on black velvet and in the nearer distance the spires of the space station sitting like a crown on the surreal, ten-mile-circumference construct of the hypergate.
Construction workers looked up, their helmet faceplates mirroring sunlight as bright as their laser torches, to watch the ships silhouette pass overhead. The gates structure was almost finished; soon it would be humanitys first conduit through hyperspace.
Roger, Grissom One, this is Hypergate Docking Control. Bill Randalls familiar voice was comfortably serene in her headset speakers. You are cleared to land. Hope you got some Partagas in that rust bucket, Sal.
Sal grinned as she fed landing coordinates to the onboard computers and felt the ships thrusters fire in response. The cargo vessels trajectory began to shift slowly and precisely, aligning its angle of approach to the designated docking platform. I brought you the most amazing-
Randall never found out what. Death fell out of the starry night and exploded the Grissom Ones bridge, swallowing the freighter in a ball of fire.
Major Don West shifted in his gyroscopic harness, working the heads-up holographic display as his V-winged craft launched from the ASOMAC fighter base. The ship cut through the night like a silent scream as he vectored toward the expanding cloud of debris. The cockpit was a bubble of transparent alloy, set like a pearl at the nose of his craft; his controls gave him almost a 360 view of the hypergate ring, the freighters remains at its center and the enemy.
The gaping work crews vanished behind him in a heartbeat, while ahead of him the expanding blizzard of jagged shrapnel hurtled toward his ship and toward the surface of the half-finished hypergate structure. Two blunt-nosed Sedition ships burst through the tumbling debris-the same ships that had just blown the freighter to bits.
Who hit us? Jeb Walkers voice demanded over his comm link.
The Ranger One entered Wests peripheral vision, its extended wings taloned with gleaming weaponry; the twin of his own Eagle One except for its markings. He smiled as he saw the shark-toothed grin painted on Walkers right wing, and the cosmic Hand of Fate on the left.
His own wing bore an eagles shadow and an eagles eye; everything a hunter needed, nothing more. Sometimes Jeb thought too much But there was nobody he trusted more. Jeb had been his buddy, back watcher, and cheerful rival ever since their Academy days.
Sedition raiders, West said grimly. Theyve never come this far out before.
Walker grunted. This cold war just got hot.
The enemy ships vectored across the hypergates arc; their plasma cannons blasted gaping holes in its superstructure. West spun his controls, seeing the entire scene in one giddy rush as he veered off after the closest raider. Last one to kill a bad guy buys the beer. He activated his targeting computer.
Whatever else the Sedition raiders were, they were good pilots. The insectoid ship, its angular arms bristling with weaponry, danced infuriatingly in and out of the crosshairs inside his holographic array. West fired, cursing in frustration as the attacker jagged upward at a ninety-degree angle, and his laser burst burned vacuum.
He dodged hurtling debris, closing in on the fleeing raider as if he and his ship shared a single mind. The fraction of his attention that was always watching his partners back told him Walker had engaged the other attacker; the lancing bolts of energy were a psychedelic light show below his feet. Hey Jeb, he called, glancing down, I can see your house from here-
The split second of distraction almost cost him, as the raider up ahead made a sudden coin-flip and hit its thrusters, firing nonstop as it came back at him.
A game of chicken. West grinned without feeling it as the enemy ship burned toward him. Hed never lost one yet. He returned fire, pushing his ships speed, holding the collision course as the distance between his ship and the enemy fighter closed precipitously. The band is warming up he murmured, and music was the furthest thing from his mind.
He didnt check his displays, didnt need to now; his gaze was locked on the closing ship. The crowd begins to roar His grin widened. His eyes were filled with the dazzle of pulse lightning. He felt more alive now, on the brink of death, than he ever felt any other time.
A nova in the neon starfield of his displays was warning him of imminent collision as the attack ships image flashed on his screen, captured in the targeting hash marks. The display expanded around him, becoming a tactical grid.
Target lock, the computer said.
The lights are dimming He laughed, his voice rising with elation. The curtains coming up. Showtime! He fired.
The laser bursts converged on the attacking ship, barely meters ahead of him. It exploded just off his bow. West screamed in exhilaration and giddy terror as his ship tore through a swarm of debris.
A spacesuited body slammed into the transparent wall in front of him. West jerked back; sucked in a deep breath, face-to-face with the anonymous corpse that would have been his own if his luck hadnt held. While youre at it, he muttered, check the oil.
In another moment the body was gone, and only the gleaming curve of the hypergate lay ahead, cradling a lagoon of stars.
The second attack ship roared past below his feet, weapons firing, locked in a pinwheeling battle with Jebs fighter. He watched Walker jag sharply, clearing the lethal fireworks of a high energy volley-almost.
A lash of energy grazed Jebs ship; West grimaced as he saw the glowing furrow it plowed in the fuselage. Jebs attacker looped the loop and was back on his tail already, firing.
Weapons are off line. Walkers voice came through the headset phones, sounding as matter-of-fact as if hed lost a pair of socks. Im gonna jettison the main drive core.
The thruster core of Walkers ship blew free in a bolus of flame, and West watched it fly back with the uncanny accuracy of an avenging sword blow to collide with the pursuing craft. He hooted with glee as the raider ship exploded in a ball of light.
Am I good, or what? Jeb crowed triumphantly.
West opened his mouth to reply, broke off as he heard Walkers sudden curse, half drowned in a burst of static. Jeb? he said.
The echo of a computers synthesized voice answered him through Walkers open mike: Warning. Failure in redundant drive systems.
West swore as he looked up and realized where they were heading: on a collision course with the hypergate.
Static stung his ears, and an alarm began to sound aboard Walkers ship. Impact in ninety seconds, the onboard computer said.
Damn, Jeb muttered. Gate Control- He broke off, as the sight of the hypergate coming at him like a mailed fist emptied his thoughts, -this is Ranger One, he finished, his voice straining. Engines will not respond. Require assistance. Repeat
West watched and listened, barely breathing; trapped in his best friends worst nightmare and unable to wake up. A strangers voice over the radio said, Ranger One, this is Grissom Base. Rescue craft have been dispatched.
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