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The Eternity Artifact

The Eternity Artifact

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by L. E. Modesitt Jr.

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5,000 years in the future, humankind has spread across thousands of worlds, and more than a dozen different governments exist in an uneasy truce. But human beings have found no signs of other life anywhere approaching human intelligence.

This changes when scientists discover a sunless planet they name Danann, travelling the void just beyond the edge of the


5,000 years in the future, humankind has spread across thousands of worlds, and more than a dozen different governments exist in an uneasy truce. But human beings have found no signs of other life anywhere approaching human intelligence.

This changes when scientists discover a sunless planet they name Danann, travelling the void just beyond the edge of the Galaxy at such a high speed that it cannot be natural. Its continents and oceans have been sculpted and shaped, with but a single megaplex upon it--close to perfectly preserved--with tens of thousands of near-identical metallic-silver-blue towers set along curved canals. Yet Danann has been abandoned for so long that even the atmosphere has frozen solid. Within a few years Danann will approach an area of singularities that will make exploration and investigation impossible.

Orbital shuttle pilot Jiendra Chang, artist Chendor Barna, and history professor Liam Fitzhugh are recruited by the Comity government and its Deep Space Service, along with scores of other experts as part of an unprecedented and unique expedition to unravel Danann's secrets. And there are forces that will stop at nothing to prevent them, even if it means interstellar war.

Other Series by L.E. Modesitt, Jr.
The Saga of Recluce
The Imager Portfolio
The Corean Chronicles
The Spellsong Cycle
The Ghost Books
The Ecolitan Matter
The Forever Hero
Timegod's World

Other Books
The Green Progression
Hammer of Darkness
The Parafaith War
Gravity Dreams
The Octagonal Raven
Archform: Beauty
The Ethos Effect
The Eternity Artifact
The Elysium Commission
Viewpoints Critical
Empress of Eternity
The One-Eyed Man
Solar Express

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The prolific Modesitt (Flash) employs four different narrative perspectives in this slow-moving tale of far-future intergalactic human civilizations, with often compelling if sometimes repetitive results. The enlightened, progressive government of the Comity persuades artist Chendor Barna, cultural historian Liam Fitzhugh, shuttle pilot Jiendra Chang and assassin Goodman/Bond to join an exploratory space voyage to a mysterious, uninhabited terraformed world named Danann. At a site on Danann so old that the atmosphere is solid ice, the four discover a marvelous artifact that allows them to speculate on its implications for the technological level of the unknown aliens who created it and the changing nature of the universe. This revolutionary discovery, however, leads to conflict between the Comity and the worlds of the Zionist Covenant and Muslim Sunnis, who want to prevent access to advanced technologies and suppress knowledge of ancient alien life-forms. Readers who like both hard science and realistic sociology will be rewarded. (Oct.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Captivating far-future tale of life in space, from the author of Flash (2005). Humanity has settled thousands of worlds throughout the galaxy, but no alien intelligence has ever been detected, so when what appears to be the work of aliens is found on a rogue planet adrift on the edge of the galaxy, it's a major discovery. The planet's continents appear to have been sculpted, and on the surface is a magnificent and mysterious city that's been abandoned for millions, if not billions, of years. A diverse team of specialists-everyone from a historical-trends professor to one of humanity's foremost artists-is sent to investigate the planet's purpose and origin, but armed conflict threatens to thwart their efforts when secular and theocratic political factions attempt to stop each other from acquiring whatever secrets the ancient city has to offer. Several different first-person narrators relate the tale in widely varied voices-from the intellectual verbosity of Dr. Fitzhugh to the clipped and succinct speech of Lt. Chang-making each character distinct and memorable. Modesitt's prose is lively, and there's enough sense of wonder here to satisfy even the most jaded. A must-read for Modesitt fans, as well as those of Jack McDevitt and Arthur C. Clarke.
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“A glorious space opera set in a distant future when humans spread to the stars and splintered into a number of subsidiary civilizations. . . .Very enjoyable, lots of sense of wonder, and I even liked the characters.” —Chronicle

“Captivating far-future tale of life in space, from the author of Flash. . . .Modesitt's prose is lively, and there's enough sense of wonder here to satisfy even the most jaded. . . .A must-read for Modesitt fans, as well as those of Jack McDevitt and Arthur C. Clarke.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“An intriguing vehicle for exploring interstellar fundamentalism.” —Entertainment Weekly

“As usual, Modesitt's work shines with engrossing characters, terrific plotting, and realistic world-building. This stand-alone novel addresses relevant political and economic issues within the framework of rip-roaring space adventure, making it a must-read for fans of interstellar fiction.” —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

“Modesitt's storytelling and characterization are as good as ever, and his use of four first-person viewpoints is quite effective.” —Booklist

“Superior science-fiction adventure writing. The plot moves compellingly, the characters are distinct and idenitifiable.” —Science Fiction Weekly

“This is hard science and really hardball politics described by somebody who knows them from the inside out. A powerful novel on a sweeping, mysterious stage.” —Dave Drake, author of The Way to Glory

“L. E. Modesitt is one of those special authors who brings a great deal to his work: a love of words, an understanding of people and cultures, and an interest in great stories and ideas. It shows in every line of his tale. I read 'The Eternity Artifact' with pleasure, and felt well rewarded even beyond the last page.” —David Farland, author of The Wyrmling Horde

“Compelling... Readers who like both hard science and realistic sociology will be rewarded.” —Publishers Weekly

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The Eternity Artifact

By L. E. Modesitt Jr., David G. Hartwell

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Copyright © 2005 L. E. Modesitt, Jr.
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-1400-0



At times, every professor believes that his classroom represents the abnegation of intelligence, if not absolute abiosis. This feeling has been universewide since long before the Tellurian Diaspora. Lughday was no exception, especially not for my fourth-period class, Historical Trends 1001, the introductory course, one of the core requirements for undergraduates.

I walked through the door into the small amphitheatre classroom and toward the dais. Forty bodies sat waiting in four tiers, arrayed in a semicircle — all avoiding my scrutiny. At times such as the one before me, I could only wish that the university did not require all full professors to teach one introductory course every year, at a bare minimum. I'd drawn fourth period — right after lunch, and that made it even more of a challenge.

I stationed myself behind the podium, the representation of a practice significantly untransformed in almost ten thousand recorded years of human history — and for the last five, savants and pedants had prognosticated the decline of personal and physical-presence classroom instruction. Yet in all instances where such ill-considered experimentation in technologically based pedagogical methodology had been attempted in an effort to replace what had worked, if imperfectly, the outcomes and the ramifications had ranged from social catastrophe to unmitigated disaster, even as my predecessors in pedagogy had predicted such eventualities.

Technology and implementation had never constituted the difficulty, but rather the genetic and physiological strengths and limitations of human cognitive and learning patterns. From a historical perspective, successful technological applications are those that enhance human capacities, not those that force humans into prestructured technological niches or functions.

As I cleared my throat and stepped to the podium, the murmurs died away. I glanced down at the shielded screen before picking a name, smiling politely, and speaking. "Scholar Finzel, please identify the single most critical aspect of the events leading to the Sunnite-Covenanter Conflagration of 3237."

"Ser?" Finzel offered a blank look.

For the second class of the first semester, blank looks were not exactly infrequent, not for beginning students, especially for those from nonshielded continents or from the occasional off-planet scholar. "I realize neolatry precludes your interest in matters of past history, but since the Conflagration resulted in the devastation of Meath, extensive damage to the Celtic worlds of the Comity, and significant taxation increases for the entire Comity, and since both the Covenanters and the Alliance have continued to rearm and rebuild their fleets, with a continued hostility exemplified most recently by the so-called pacification of the Mazarene systems and the forcible annexation of the Walden Libracracy ..."

That not-so-gentle reminder did not remove the expression of incomprehension, but only added one of veiled hostility. I used the screen to check his background. As I'd vaguely recalled, he was from Ulster, where he could have netlinked and been provided the answer.

"Scholar Finzel," I said politely, "Gregory is a shielded continent, and the university is a shielded institution. You are expected to read the texts before class. For some reason, you seem unable to comprehend this basic requirement. I suggest you remedy the situation before the next class." I turned to a student with a modicum of interest in her eyes. "Scholar MacAfee?"

"According to Robertson Janes, ser, there were two linked causes of the Conflagration. The first was the malfunction of the communications linkages of the Covenanter fleet command, and the second was the widespread perception among the population of the Alliance worlds that the Covenanters intended to spread a nanogenevirus that would transform all herbivores into hogs." A hint of a smile crossed Scholar MacAfee's lips.

"You're in the general area," I replied, "but I don't believe that Janes said the Covenanter fleet's command communications malfunctioned. Do you recall exactly what he wrote?"

MacAfee frowned.

"Anyone else?"

"Ser?" The tentative voice was that of Ariel Leanore, a dark-haired young woman who looked more like a girl barely into seminary, rather than at university.


"I think ... didn't he write something ... it was more like ... the expectations of instantaneous response resulted in the ill-considered reprisal on Hajj Majora ... and that reprisal made the Sunnis so angry that they passed the legislation funding the High Caliph's declaration of Jihad. There were rumors about the Spear of Iblis, but those were noncausal ..." Leanore paused, her voice trailing away.

"Very good, Scholar Leanore." I stopped and surveyed the faces, seeing that most of them still hadn't grasped the impact of Janes's words. "The expectations of instantaneous response ... what does that mean?"

All forty faces were blank with the impermeability of incomprehension. When I had been in the service, I had believed that such an expression was limited to those of less-than-advanced intelligence. The years in academia had convinced me that it appeared upon the visages of all too many individuals in the adolescent and postadolescent years, regardless of innate intelligence or the lack thereof.

"What it means ..." I drew out the words. "... is that instantaneous communications and control preclude the opportunity for considered thought and reflection. The Covenanter command had the ability to order and carry out an immediate reprisal. They did so. They did not think about the fact that the Covenanter trading combines on Hajj Majora had, within the terms of their culture, acted responsibly against those Covenanters who had manipulated the terms of exchange in a manner that could be most charitably described as fraud." I cleared my throat. There are definite disadvantages to auditory lectures, especially without even sonic boosting, but my discomfort was irrelevant to those who had enacted the shielding compact. "Now that

you know that, why did I initially suggest that there was only one critical aspect to these events?" "You suggest that both events listed by Janes share a commonality, ser?" That was Scholar Amyla Sucharil, one of three exchange students from the worlds of the Middle Kingdom.

"Not only the events cited by Janes, but those cited by Yamato and Alharif."

"Isn't it communications? They all deal with communications, ser," suggested Leanore.

Young Ariel might have been tentative, but at least she was thinking, unlike most of the others. "Exactly! Both the events cited by Janes were the result of misunderstanding and misapplications of the use and function of communications, if in different societal aspects. If you apply the same tests to the examples of Yamato and Alharif, you'll find a similar pattern." I smiled, not that I wanted to, because it was likely to be a long afternoon. "History illustrates a pattern in communications. In low-tech civilizations, only immediate personal communications can be conveyed with any speed, and those are often without detail. As more detail is required, communications slow. As technology improves, there is always a trade-off between speed and detail, because improving technology results in greater societal and infrastructural complexity, which requires greater detail. Until the development of fullband comm and nanoprocessing, this trade-off existed to a greater or lesser degree. For the past millennium or so, however, the limitation on communications has not been the technology. What has it been?" I surveyed the faces, some beginning to show apprehension as they realized that they did not know the answer, and that I might indeed call upon them.

"Would it be understanding, ser?" ventured Sucharil.

"Precisely! Just because you have the information, and even a hundred near-instantaneous analyses, doesn't mean that you truly know what to do with it, particularly when the analyses may be conflicting, depending on the background assumptions and the weight of the evidence. This was particularly true in the case of the Conflagration, because of the cultural imperatives of both the Covenanters and the Alliance. Even today, any analyses dealing with the interaction of those cultures are problematical."

"Ser? Why does it matter that much?" That was from Emory David. "The Comity has a thousand world members, and the Covenanters have less than two hundred. There can't be more than seventy Alliance worlds."

"What is the first rule of interstellar warfare?" I replied.

"No planet can be effectively defended against a determined attack ... ser ..." replied Scholar David.

"And what are the beliefs behind a jihad?"

Finally, comprehension began to illuminate a few faces.

"You mean, ser, that they don't care because they'll go to paradise?"

"Or Heaven, if they're Covenanters doing the Will of the Divine, and seeking to ensure that we do not recover the Morning Star," I replied dryly.

"But ... that's a myth without foundation ..."

I could not ascertain the source of that incredulous murmur.

"Not to true believers, it is not. Not even in this so-called enlightened and rational times, and certainly not upon the Worlds of the Covenant. The Morning Star, or the Spear of Iblis, the Hammer of Lucifer, whatever the specific term, is a symbol of forbidden knowledge, knowledge that is considered only the province of Iblis, Satan, or their demon children. If there is one aspect of all true-believer religions that remains constant across time and history, it is that certain aspects of technology or science are forbidden by the deity because use of that knowledge usurps the powers and privileges of the deity. Such theocracies will therefore commit great violence over issues or scientific practices that would appear common to many of you." I inhaled slowly, for a pause. "With regard to this, even if the Comity is more secular in outlook, once the theocracies have used force against our interests, such actions require force in response, or the perception of weakness will cost even more in the long run. We lost the populations of ten worlds. The Covenanters lost thirty and the Alliance nearly forty. It has taken close to ten centuries for them to recover, half that for us, except that a dead world remains that for longer than we or any other humans will be around to recolonize. A hundred worlds scoured ... would you like it to happen again, on Ulster, or Lyr? Or perhaps Culain or Liaden?" I paused. "Or perhaps the Covenanters are somewhat sensitive to the power of position, in which case, what happens to be the other leading secular polity? The one with whom they share the closest stellar congruencies?"

"The ... Middle Kingdom?"

"Correct. Now ... my skepticism is almost without limbi, but most recently the First Advocate of the Middle Kingdom died in circumstances resembling assassination — right after he had delivered a series of addresses severely critical of the theocratic expansionism of the worlds of the Covenant. What might happen if the Middle Kingdom were reputed to obtain some forbidden knowledge, something resembling the Spear of Iblis? To borrow an ancient metaphor, how long before the sabres began to rattle? Again ... just over, if you will, information?"

There was silence in the room, although I could hear someone murmur, "It couldn't happen again ..." I refrained from suggesting all too many people, particularly politicians, had said those words, or some variation, over hundreds of centuries, generally to everyone's regret.

"Now ... I'd like each of you to take a moment to reflect. I would like each of you to come up with an example from history where information and how it was handled was critical in determining the fate of something — an army, a fleet, a nation, a world." I held up a hand to forestall the objections. "I know. Once you're away from Gregory, you can netlink and get a reply, ordered by whatever parameters you suggest. The point of this exercise is to develop your judgment so that when you do that in the future, you will have a greater understanding of what that information actually means."

This time the majority of expressions were those of resignation. I supposed that was an improvement. If they thought what I was requiring was difficult, they hadn't even considered what was going to be required in the later stages of applied manual mathematics. I'd learned, years earlier, that if I leaned on the students hard in the opening classes, the classes got easier and more rewarding toward the end. Unfortunately, doing so, and maintaining a cheerful demeanor in the process, was arduous in the first weeks of the semester.

I didn't quite breathe a sigh of relief when fourth period was over and I left the classroom, walking down the ramp to the main level. There were times I could feel my hands tightening, wanting to throttle certain students. The best ones cared for knowledge as a tool, and the worst only sought a degree with marks that would guarantee entry into some multi or another or into the Comity bureaucracy, which was worse, from what I'd seen, than that of academia. I could not help but wish, at times, that I were back teaching in the days prior to the Disapora on Old Earth, where everything had been broadband and without the direct face-to-face student contact that reminded me all too often of how little most of them cared for knowledge itself.

But ... that time on Old Earth had been before the discovery of the subtle but far-reaching effects of broadcast energies, even at extraordinarily low power, on neonatal and prematuration mental development. The Comity had banned wide-scale public and private broadcast of information and power, and relied on monoptic distribution systems, unlike the more conservative governments, such as the Covenanters and Sunnite Alliance, for whom cost-benefit analyses included individuals with environmentally damaged attention spans. I couldn't help but snort to myself. My students had short enough attention spans without additional technological assistance in shortening them further. The continent of Gregory, as many other continents on Comity worlds, had even more stringent requirements than the baseline regulations in force throughout the entire Comity of Worlds.

Once back in my office, little more than an overlarge closet three meters on a side, I settled myself behind my console and keyed in the codes to call up my in-comms — there were no personal direct-links at the university, or for that matter, anywhere on the continent.

The first message was from the provost — just a message, and no text.

Congratulations on being nominated for a senior fellowship with the Comity Diplomatic Corps. Your continued diligence in seeking outside validation and recognition of your talents, accomplishments, and credentials has not gone unnoticed ...

I just looked at the message. The last thing I wanted was a senior fellowship with the CDC. Years back, my service tours had convinced me of the futility of government service. I certainly had not applied for such a fellowship. Had the provost nominated me? Why? Had I been that much of a thorn in his bureaucratic side? It didn't matter. In the unlikely event I happened to be selected, I'd politely refuse. There were more than enough brilliant junior professors who wanted such empty honors and would be happy to accept.

I moved to the next message.



The five-story building in New Jerusalem was identified as the Zion Mercantile Exchange. It wasn't, although there were legitimate trade and commerce offices on the main level. At the end of the east corridor, I stepped through the gate to the lifts, cleared by a minute sample of my true DNA. My destination was on the second level. At the third doorway on the second level, I offered my wrist once more to the DNA-coder.

"Request clearance codes."

"Kappa seven-eight-nine-six, Josiah three, Walls of Jericho, Hatusa version."

"John Paul Goodman, cleared." The endurasteel portal irised open, long enough for me to enter one of the sanctums of the Covenant Intelligence Service.

One of Colonel Truesdale's bright young men looked up from his console at me. "The colonel will be with you in a few minutes, Operative Goodman."

I was a senior CIS operative, not just an operative. I didn't correct him. Instead, I settled into one of the straight-backed chairs to wait.

Fourteen and a half minutes passed before the aide said pleasantly, "You can go in now, Operative Goodman."

"Thank you." I offered a warm smile and walked through the door that opened as I neared and closed behind me.

The inner office looked to have a panoramic view of New Jerusalem through a wide expanse of glass. That was an illusion. Two men awaited me. Colonel Truesdale sat behind a table desk, and a dark-skinned man with gray hair sat in a chair to his left, facing me.

Colonel Truesdale's eyes were hard and glittering blue. They didn't match the genial laugh and the warmth of his voice. "Operative Goodman, you've heard of Major Ibaio."


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Meet the Author

L. E. Modesitt, Jr., is the bestselling author of the fantasy series The Saga of Recluce. His science fiction includes Adiamante, the Ecolitan novels, and Archform: Beauty. He lives in Cedar City, Utah.

L. E. Modesitt, Jr., is the bestselling author of the fantasy series The Saga of Recluce, Corean Chronicles, and the Imager Portfolio. His science fiction includes Adiamante, the Ecolitan novels, the Forever Hero Trilogy, and Archform: Beauty. Besides a writer, Modesitt has been a U.S. Navy pilot, a director of research for a political campaign, legislative assistant and staff director for a U.S. Congressman, Director of Legislation and Congressional Relations for the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, a consultant on environmental, regulatory, and communications issues, and a college lecturer. He lives in Cedar City, Utah.

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The Eternity Artifact 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
It has been five millennia since mankind has colonized planets all over the galaxy. Three main power groups control various worlds. The Comity has a humanistic worldview The Covenanters are a Christian sect who believes that the Comity and the Sunnite Alliance (Muslims) are heretics who don¿t believe in God but in themselves or a different deity the Sunnite Alliance are the mirror image of the Covenanters. It is because of these divisions and previous armed conflicts that Comity doesn¿t tell anyone about the journey they are making to a sunless world named Danann................... It is racing through the universe at an unheard of speed, a perfectly formed world with only one city on it preserved by the frozen ice that encrusts the planet. In a few years it will go where humanity cannot travel so an expedition is mounted to explore the world, looking for technology, artifacts and a hunt for what kind of aliens created such a world since humans have yet to encounter other intelligent life. Spies on board the ship and an attack by Sunnite warships try to prevent the Comity from bringing back what is on Danann, either because they want it or they believe it is a product of Satan and will usher in Armageddon................... Readers who like great space opera will find THE ETERNITY ARTIFACT a fantastic reading experience. The characters are well developed and their motivations are understandable to the audience. It is fascinating to watch the various members of the expedition explore an alien made world and interpolate theories from what they find there (mindful of the cult classic movie Fillard Millmore). Mr. Modesitt has written an exciting work that contends that political and religious differences that exist today will remain as dogmatic as ever in the future regardless of technology................. Harriet Klausner
sdgjake More than 1 year ago
This was an enjoyable book overall. I especially enjoyed the main characters and the difference in the writing for each. The story was good and had some very interesting elements. The one thing that got to me was how it was written like an allegory in how it dealt with the different polities and how they reacted to the events of the book. However this was much more direct in that it basically took various groups from present day Earth. Overall it was a good read, but I don't see myself ever reading this book again. Nor will I particularly recommend it to most of my friends.
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