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Robert J. Sawyer brings us Flashforward, the story of a world-shattering discovery at the CERN research facility in Switzerland. The research team of Lloyd Simcoe and Theo Procopides is using the particle accelerator at CERN, in pursuit of the elusive Higgs Boson, a theoretical subatomic particle. But their experiment goes incredibly awry, and, for a few moments, the consciousness of the entire human race is thrown ahead by about twenty years. While humanity must deal immediately with the destructive aftermath of...
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Robert J. Sawyer brings us Flashforward, the story of a world-shattering discovery at the CERN research facility in Switzerland. The research team of Lloyd Simcoe and Theo Procopides is using the particle accelerator at CERN, in pursuit of the elusive Higgs Boson, a theoretical subatomic particle. But their experiment goes incredibly awry, and, for a few moments, the consciousness of the entire human race is thrown ahead by about twenty years. While humanity must deal immediately with the destructive aftermath of the experiment - thousands were injured and killed as every single person's body was left unconscious in the here-and-now - the greater implications take longer to surface. People who had no vision of the future seek to learn how they will die, while others seek out future lovers. Lloyd must deal with the guilt of accidentally causing the death of his financee's child, while Theo gets caught up in the search for his own murderer. As the implications truly hit home, the pressure to repeat the experiment builds. Everyone wants a glimpse of the future, a chance to flashforward and see their successes ... or learn how to avoid their failures.
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Imagine for just a moment that everyone on earth is "flashed forward," simultaneously thrust into his or her future 21 years hence. Then, just as suddenly, this insane scientific experiment snaps off, hurtling all the world's inhabitants back into the present. Now, as you're brushing yourself off from this shattering experience, introduce yourself to Robert J. Sawyer's bristling sci-fi novel on just that topic. A mass market revival of a 1999 cult favorite.
Library Journal
An experiment in particle physics goes awry and shifts humanity's awareness two decades into the future for two minutes. During that brief glimpse ahead in time, Dr. Theo Procopides discovers that he will be murdered and realizes that he has 20 years to find and stop his killer. Sawyer (Factoring Humanity, LJ 6/15/98) brings a fresh and startling approach to the familiar theme of time travel in a tale that explores the repercussions of knowing the future. A solid choice for most sf collections. Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Analog Science Fiction & Fact
...[A] novel full of very human pain and confusion on several levels, from the emotional ones of grief and love to the intellectual ones of theoretical physics and philosophy. If you've enjoyed Sawyer's novels before, you'll have fun with this one.
Kirkus Reviews
Science fiction involving particle physics, time travel, murder mystery, and relationships, from the author of Factoring Humanity (1998), etc. In 2009, at CERN, Geneva's Large Hadron Collider, physicists Lloyd Simcoe and Theo Procopides attempt to find the elusive Higgs boson by smashing particles together at colossal energies. But at the instant the experiment begins, the entire world blanks out for about two minutes. When consciousness is restored, millions have died in accidents. Nearly everyone else experienced a hallucination or vision. This was, it emerges, a genuine glimpse of the year 2030. Lloyd is very disturbed; he's due to wed the beautiful Michiko—her daughter died in the Flashforward—but his vision showed him happily married to another woman. Others foresaw sexual encounters and so seek out the partners revealed in their visions; still others have foreknowledge of investments or lottery numbers. But poor Theo had no vision; he'll be dead and must solve the problem of his own murder! Lloyd, still reluctant to commit to Michiko, believes the future to be as immutable as the past. He's proved wrong, however. An attempt to replicate the Flashforward fails, but Lloyd and Theo do detect the Higgs particle. They discover that the Flashforward was caused by their experiment's interaction with a neutrino shower from a distant supernova. So, the third attempt is timed to coincide with another neutrino shower. Theo finally learns how and why he was murdered. But this Flashforward is a disappointment, leaping far into a future when only a handful of immortals still survive. Intriguing ideas, but not satisfyingly dramatized, with explicative passages clumsily inserted into ascattershot narrative.
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"This first-rate, philosophical journey, a terrific example of idea-driven SF, should have wide appeal."—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"Sawyer is a writer of boundless confidence and bold scientific extrapolation."—The New York Times Book Review

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780812580341
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 4/28/2000
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 4.26 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 0.83 (d)

Meet the Author

Robert J. Sawyer is the Aurora Award-winning author of FlashForward, basis for the ABC TV series, the Hugo Award-winning author of Hominids, and the Nebula Award-winning author of The Terminal Experiment. He is also the author of Calculating God, Mindscan, the WWW series-Wake, Watch and Wonder-and many other books. He was born in Ottawa and lives in Toronto.

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By Sawyer, Robert J.

Tor Science Fiction

Copyright © 2000 Sawyer, Robert J.
All right reserved.

Day One: Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A slice through spacetime...
The control building for CERN's Large Hadron Collider
was new: it had been authorized in A.D. 2004 and completed in 2006. The building enclosed a central courtyard, inevitably named "the nucleus." Every office had a window either facing in toward the nucleus or out toward the rest of CERN's sprawling campus. The quadrangle surrounding the nucleus was two stories tall, but the main elevators had four stops: the two above-ground levels; the basement, which housed boiler rooms and storage; and the minus-one-hundred-meter level, which exited onto a staging area for the monorail used to travel along the twenty-seven-kilometer circumference of the collider tunnel. The tunnel itself ran under farmers' fields, the outskirts of the Geneva, airport, and the foothills of the Jura mountains.
The south wall of the control building's main corridor was divided into nineteen long sections, each of which had been decorated with a mosaic made by an artist from one of CERN's member countries. The one from Greece depicted Democritus and the origin of atomic theory; the one from Germany portrayed the life of Einstein; the one from Denmark, that of Niels Bohr. Not all of the mosaics had physics as their themes, though: the French one depicted the skyline of Paris, and the Italian one showed a vineyard withthousands of polished amethysts representing individual grapes.
The actual control room for the Large Hadron Collider was a perfect square, with wide, sliding doors positioned precisely in the centers of two of its sides. The room was two stories tall, and the upper half was walled with glass, so that tour groups could look down on the proceedings; CERN offered three-hour public tours Mondays and Saturdays at 09h00 and 14h00. Hanging flat against the walls below the windows were the nineteen member-state flags, five per wall; the twentieth spot was taken up by the blue-and-gold flag of the European Union.
The control room contained dozens of consoles. One was devoted to operating the particle injectors; it controlled the beginnings of experiments. Adjacent to it was another with an angled face and ten inlaid monitors that would display the results reported by the ALICE and CMS detectors, the huge underground systems that would record and attempt to identify the particles produced by LHC experiments. Monitors on a third console showed portions of the gently curving underground collider tunnel, with the I-beam monorail track hanging from the ceiling.
Lloyd Simcoe, a Canadian-born researcher, sat at the injector console. He was forty-five, tall, and clean-shaven. His eyes were blue and his crewcut hair so dark brown that one could get away with calling it black--except at the temples, where about half of it had turned gray.
Particle physicists weren't known for their sartorial splendor, and Lloyd had until recently been no exception. But he'd agreed a few months ago to donate his entire wardrobe to the Geneva chapter of the Salvation Army, and let his fiancée pick out all-new things for him. Truth be told, the clothes were a little flashy for his taste, but he had to admit that he'd never looked so sharp. Today, he was wearing a beige dress shirt; a coral-colored jacket; brown pants with exterior pouches instead of interior pockets; and--in a nod to fashion tradition--black Italian leather shoes. Lloyd had also adopted a couple of universal status symbols that also happened to be bits of local color: a Mont Blanc fountain pen, which he kept clipped to his jacket's inside pocket, and a gold Swiss analog watch.
Seated on his right, in front of the detector console, was the master of the makeover herself, his fiancée, engineer Michiko Komura. Ten years Lloyd's junior at thirty-five, Michiko had a small, upturned nose and lustrous black hair that she had styled in the currently popular page-boy cut.
Standing behind her was Theo Procopides, Lloyd's research partner. At twenty-seven, Theo was eighteen years younger than Lloyd; more than one wag had compared the conservative middle-aged Lloyd and his fiery Greek colleague to the team of Crick and Watson. Theo had curly, thick, dark hair, gray eyes, and a prominent, jutting jaw. He almost always wore red denim jeans--Lloyd didn't like them, but no one under thirty wore blue jeans anymore--and one of an endless string of T-shirts depicting cartoon characters from all over the world; today he had on the venerable Tweety Bird. A dozen other scientists and engineers were positioned at the remaining consoles.
Moving up the cube...
Except for the gentle hum of air conditioning and the soft whir of equipment fans, the control room was absolutely silent. Everyone was nervous and tense, after a long day of preparing for this experiment. Lloyd looked around the room then took a deep breath. His pulse was racing, and he could feel butterflies gyrating in his stomach.
The clock on the wall was analog; the one on his console, digital. They were both rapidly approaching 17h00--what Lloyd, even after two years in Europe, still thought of as 5:00 P.M.
Lloyd was director of the collaborative group of almost a thousand physicists using the ALICE ("A Large Ion Collider Experiment") detector. He and Theo had spent two years designing today's particle collision--two years, to do work that could have taken two lifetimes. They were attempting to recreate create energy levels that hadn't existed since a nanosecond after the Big Bang, when the universe's temperature was 10,000,000,000,000,000 degrees. In the process, they hoped to detect the holy grail of high-energy physics, the long-sought-after Higgs boson, the particle whose interactions endowed other particles with mass. If their experiment worked, the Higgs, and the Nobel that would likely be awarded to its discoverers, should be theirs.
The whole experiment was automated and precisely timed. There was no great knife switch to pull down, no trigger hidden under a spring-loaded cover to push. Yes, Lloyd had designed and Theo had coded the core modules of the program for this experiment, but everything was now under the control of a computer.
When the digital clock reached 16:59:55 Lloyd started counting down out loud with it. "Five."
He looked at Michiko.
She smiled back encouragingly. God, how he loved her--
He shifted his gaze to young Theo, the wunderkind--the kind of youthful star Lloyd had hoped to have been himself but never was.
Theo, ever cocky, gave him a thumbs-up sign.
Please God...thought Lloyd. Please.
And then--
* * *
And then, suddenly, everything was different.
There was an immediate change in the lighting--the dim illumination of the control room was replaced with sunlight coming through a window. But there was no adjustment, no discomfort-and no sense the Lloyd's pupils were contracting. It was as if he were already used to the brighter light.
And yet Lloyd couldn't control his eyes. He wanted to look around, to see what was going on, but his eyes moved as if under their own volition.
He was in bed--naked, apparently. He could feel the cotton sheets sliding now over his skin as he propped himself up on one elbow. As his head moved, he caught a brief glimpse of dormer windows, looking out apparently from the second floor of a country house. There were trees visible, and--
No, that couldn't be. These leaves had turned, frozen fire. But today was April 21--spring, not autumn.
Lloyd's view continued to shift and suddenly, with what should have been a start, he realized he wasn't alone in bed. There was someone else with him.
He recoiled.
No--no, that wasn't right. He didn't physically react at all; it was as if his body were divorced from his mind. But he felt like recoiling.
The other person was a woman, but--
What the hell was going on?
She was old, wrinkled, her skin translucent, her hair a white gossamer. The collagen that had once filled her cheeks had settled as wattles at the sides of her mouth, a mouth now smiling, the laugh lines all but lost amongst the permanent creases.
Lloyd tried to roll away from the hag, but his body refused to cooperate.
What in God's name was happening?
It was spring, not autumn.
Unless, of course, he was now in the southern hemisphere. Transported, somehow, from Switzerland to Australia...
But no. The trees he'd glimpsed through the window were maples and poplars; it had to be North America or Europe.
His hand reached out. The woman was wearing a navy-blue shirt. It wasn't a pajama top, though; it had buttoneddown epaulets and several pockets--adventure clothing made of cotton duck, the kind L. L. Bean or Tilley sells, the kind a practical woman might wear to do her gardening. Lloyd felt his fingers brushing the fabric now, feeling its softness, its pliancy. And then--
And then his fingers found the button, hard, plastic, warmed by her body, translucent like her skin. Without hesitation, the fingers grasped the button, pushed it out, slipped it sideways through the raised stitching around the button-hole. Before the top fell open, Lloyd's gaze, still acting on its own initiative, lifted again to the old woman's face, locking onto her pale blue eyes, the irises haloed by broken rings of white.
He felt his own cheeks drawing tight as he smiled. His hand slipped inside the woman's top, found her breast. Again he wanted to recoil, snapping his hand back. The breast was soft and shriveled, the skin hanging loosely on it--fruit gone bad. The fingers drew together, following the contours of the breast. finding the nipple.
Lloyd felt a pressure down below. For a horrible moment, he thought he was getting and erection, but that wasn't it. Instead, suddenly, there was a sense of fullness in his bladder; he had to urinate. He withdrew his hand and saw the old woman's eyebrows go up inquisitively. Lloyd could feel his shoulders rise and fall, a little shrug. She smiled at him--a warm smile, an understanding smile, as if this were the most natural thing in the world, as if he often had to excuse himself at the outset. Her teeth were slightly yellow--the simple yellow of age--but otherwise in excellent shape.
At last his body did what he'd been willing all along: it rolled away from the woman. Lloyd felt a pain in his knee as he did so, a sharp jab. It hurt, but he outwardly ignored it. He swung his legs off the bed, feet slapping softly against the cool hardwood floor. As he rose, he saw more of the world outside the window. It was either mid-morning or mid-afternoon, the shadow cast by one tree falling sharply across the next. A bird had been resting in one of the boughs; it was startled by the sudden movement in the bedroom and took wing. A robin--the large North American thrush, not the small Old World robin; this was definitely the United States or Canada. In fact, it looked a lot like New England--Lloyd loved the fall colors in New England.
Lloyd found himself moving slowly, almost shuffling across the floorboards. He realized now that this room wasn't in a house, but rather a cottage; the furnishings were the usual vacation-home hodgepodge. That night table--low-slung, made of particle board with a wallpaper-thin veneer of fake woodgrain on top: he recognized it, at least. A piece of furniture he'd bought as a student, and had eventually put in the guest room at the house in Illinois. But what was it doing here, in this unfamiliar place?
He continued along. His right knee bothered him with each step; he wondered what was wrong with it. A mirror was hanging on the wall; its frame was knotty pine, covered over with clear varnish. It clashed with the darker "wood" of the night table, of course, but--
Jesus Christ.
Of their own accord, his eyes looked into the mirror as he passed, and he saw himself--
For a half-second he thought it was his father.
But it was him. What hair was left on his head was entirely gray; that on his chest was white. His skin was loose and lined, his gait stooped.
Could it be radiation? Could the experiment have exposed him? Could--
No. No, that wasn't it. He knew it in his bones--in his arthritic bones. That wasn't it.
He was old.
It was as if he'd aged twenty years or more, as if--
Two decades of life gone, excised from his memory.
He wanted to scream, to shout, to protest the unfairness, protest the loss, demand an accounting from the universe--
But he could do none of that; he had no control. His body continued
its slow, painful shuffle to the bathroom.
As he turned to enter the room, he glanced back at the old woman on the bed, lying now on her side, her head propped up by an arm, her smile mischievous, seductive. His vision was still sharp--he could see the flash of gold on the third finger of her left hand. It was bad enough that he was sleeping with an old woman, but a married old woman--
The plain wooden door was ajar, but he reached a hand up to push it open the rest of the way, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a matching wedding ring on his own left hand.
And then it hit him. This hag, this stranger, this woman he'd never seen before, this woman who looked nothing like his beloved Michiko, was his wife.
Lloyd wanted to look back at her, to try to imagine her as she would have been decades younger, to reconstruct the beauty she might have once had, but--
But he continued on into the bathroom, half turning to face the toilet, leaning over to lift the lid, and--
* * *
--and, suddenly, incredibly, thankfully, amazingly, Lloyd Simcoe was back at CERN, back in the LHC control room. For some reason, he was slumped in his vinyl-padded chair. He straightened himself up and used his hands to pull his shirt back into position.
What an incredible hallucination it had been! There would be hell to pay, of course: they were supposed to be fully shielded here, a hundred meters of earth between them and the collider ring. But he'd heard how high-energy discharges could cause hallucinations; surely that had been what had happened.
Lloyd took a moment to reorient himself. There had been no transition between here and there: no flash of light, no sense of wooziness, no popping of his ears. One instant , he'd been at CERN, then, in the next, he'd been somewhere else, for--what?--two minutes, perhaps. And now, just as seamlessly, he was back in the control room.
Of course he'd never left. Of course it had been an illusion.
He glanced around, trying to read the faces of the others. Michiko looked shocked. Had she been watching Lloyd while he was hallucinating? What had he done? Flailed around like an epileptic? Reached out in to the air, as if stroking an unseen breast? Or just slumped back in his chair, falling unconscious? If so, he couldn't have been out for long--nowhere near the two minutes he'd perceived--or surely Michiko and others would be looming over him right now, checking his pulse and loosening his collar. He glanced at the analog wall clock: it was indeed two minutes after five p.m.
He then looked over at Theo Procopides. The young Greek's expression was more subdued than Michiko's, but he was being just as wary as Lloyd, looking in turn at each of the other people in the room, shifting his gaze as soon as one of them looked back at him.
Lloyd opened his mouth to speak although he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. But he closed it when he heard a moaning sound coming through the nearest open door. Michiko evidently heard it too; they both rose simultaneously. She was closer to the door, though, and by the time Lloyd reached it, she was already out in the corridor. "My God!" she was saying. "Are you okay?"
One of the technicians--Sven, it was--was struggling to get to his feet. He was holding his right hand to his nose, which was bleeding profusely. Lloyd hurried back into the control room, unclipped the first-aid kit from its wall mount, and ran to the corridor. The kit was in a white plastic box; Lloyd popped it open and began unrolling a length of gauze.
Sven began to speak in Norwegian, but stopped himself after a moment and started over in French. "I--I must have fainted."
The corridor was covered with hard tiles; Lloyd could see a carnation smear of blood where Sven's face had hit the floor. He handed the gauze to Sven, who nodded his thanks then wadded it up and pressed it against his nose. "Craziest thing." he said. "Like I fell asleep on my feet." He made a little laughing sound. "I had a dream, even."
Lloyd felt his eyebrows climbing. "A dream?" he said, also in French.
"Vivid as anything," said Sven. "I was in Geneva--over by Le Rozzel." Lloyd knew it well: a Breton-style crêperie on Grand Rue. "But it was like some science-fiction thing. There were cars hovering by without touching the ground, and--"
"Yes, yes!" It was a woman's voice, but not in response to Sven. It was coming from back inside the control room. "The same thing happened to me!"
Lloyd re-entered the dimly lit room. "What happened, Antonia?"
A heavyset Italian woman had been talking to two of the other people present, but now turned to face Lloyd. "It was like I was suddenly somewhere else. Parry said the same thing happened to him."
Michiko and Sven were now standing in the doorway, right behind Lloyd. "Me, too," said Michiko, sounding relieved that she wasn't alone in this.
Theo, standing next to Antonia now, was frowning. Lloyd looked at him. "Theo? What about you?"
Theo shook his head.
"We all must have passed out," said Lloyd.
"I sure did," said Sven. He pulled the gauze away from his face, then touched it against his nose again to see if the bleeding had stopped. It hadn't.
"How long were we out?" asked Michiko.
"And--Christ!--what about the experiment?" asked Lloyd. He sprinted over to the ALICE monitoring station and tapped a couple of keys.
"Nothing," he said. "Damn."
Michiko blew out air in disappointment.
"It should have worked," said Lloyd, slapping an open palm against the console. "We should have got the Higgs."
"Well, something happened," said Michiko. "Theo, didn't you see anything while the rest of us were having--having visions?"
Theo shook his head. "Not a thing. I guess--I guess I did black out. Except there was no blackness. I was watching Lloyd as he counted down: five, four, three, two, one, zero. Then it was like a jump cut, you know, in film. Suddenly Lloyd was slumped over in his seat."
"You saw me slump over?"
"No, no. It's like I said: one instant you were sitting up, and the next you were slumped over, with no movement in between. I guess--I guess I did black out. No sooner had it registered on me that you were slumped over than you were sitting back up, and--"
Suddenly, a warbling siren split the air--an emergency vehicle of some sort. Lloyd hurried out of the control room, everyone following. The room on the opposite side of the corridor had a window in it. Michiko, who had got there first, was already hoisting the venetian blind; late-afternoon sun streamed in. The vehicle was a CERN fire truck, one of three kept on site. It was racing across the campus, heading toward the main administration building.
Sven's nose had apparently at last stopped bleeding; he was now holding the bloody mass of gauze at his side. "I wonder if somebody else had fall?" he said.
Lloyd looked at him.
"They use the fire trucks for first aid as well as fires," said Sven.
Michiko realized the magnitude of what Sven was suggesting. "We should check all the rooms here; make sure everyone is all right."
Lloyd nodded and moved back to the corridor. "Antonia, you check everyone in the control room. Michiko, you take Jake and Sven and go down that way. Theo and I will look up this way." He felt a brief pang of guilt at dismissing Michiko, but he needed a moment to sort out what he'd seen, what he'd experienced.
The first room Lloyd and Theo entered contained a downed woman; Lloyd couldn't remember her name, but she worked in public relations. The flatscreen computer monitor in front of her showed the familiar Window 2009 three-dimensional desktop. She was still unconscious; it was clear from the massive bruise on her forehead that she'd pitched forward, hitting her head on the metal rim of her desk, knocking herself out. Lloyd did what he'd seen done in countless movies: he took her left hand in his right, holding it so that the back of her hand was face up, and he patted it gently with his other hand while urging her to wake up.
Which, at last, she did. "Dr. Simcoe?" she said, looking at Lloyd. "What happened?"
"I don't know."
"I had this--this dream," she said. "I was in an art gallery somewhere, looking at a painting."
"Are you okay now?"
"I--I don't know. My head hurts."
"You might have a concussion. You should get to the infirmary."
"What are all those sirens?"
"Fire trucks." A pause. "Look, I've got to go now. Other people might be hurt, as well."
She nodded. "I'll be all right."
Theo had already continued on down the corridor. Lloyd left the room and headed down, as well. He passed Theo, who was tending to someone else who had fallen. The corridor made a right-hand turn; Lloyd headed along the new section. He came to an office door, which slid open silently as he approached it, but the people on the other side all seemed to be fine, although they were talking animatedly about the different visions they'd had. There were three individuals present: two women and a man. One of the women caught sight of Lloyd.
"Lloyd, what happened?" she asked in French.
"I don't know yet," he replied, also in French. "Is everyone okay?"
"We're fine."
"I couldn't help overhearing," said Lloyd. "The three of you had visions, too?"
Nods all around.
"They were vividly realistic?"
The woman who hadn't yet spoken to Lloyd pointed at the man. "Not Raoul's. He had some sort of psychedelic experience." She said it as if this was only be expected given Raoul's lifestyle.
"I wouldn't exactly say 'psychedelic,'" said Raoul, sounding as though he needed to defend himself. His blond hair was long and clean, and tied together in a glorious ponytail. "But it sure wasn't realistic. There was this guy with three heads, see--"
Lloyd nodded, filing this bit of information away."If you guys are all fine, then join us--some people took nasty falls when whatever it was happened. We need to search for anyone who might be hurt."
"Why not go on the intercom, and get everyone who can to assemble in the lobby?" said Raoul. "Then we can do a head count and see who's missing."
Lloyd realized this made perfect sense. "You continue to look; some people might need immediate attention. I'll go up to be front office." He headed out of the room, and the others rose and entered the corridor as well. Lloyd took the shortest path to the office, sprinting past the various mosaics. When he arrived, some of the administrative staff were tending to one of their own who'd apparently broken his arm when he fell. Another person had been scalded when she pitched forward onto her own steaming cup of coffee.
"Dr. Simcoe, what happened?" asked a man.
Lloyd was getting sick of the question. "I don't know. Can you operate the PA?"
The man looked at him; evidently Lloyd was using a North Americanism the fellow didn't know.
"The PA," said Lloyd. "The public-address system."
The man's blank look continued.
"The intercom!"
"Oh, sure," he said, his English harshened by a German accent. "Over here." He led Lloyd to a console and flipped some buttons. Lloyd picked up the thin plastic wand that had the solid-state microphone at its tip.
"This is Lloyd Simcoe." He could hear his own voice coming back at him from the speaker out in the corridor, but filters in the system eliminated any feedback. "Clearly, something has happened. Several people are injured. If you yourself are ambulatory--" He stopped himself; English was a second language for most of the workers here. "If you yourself can walk, and if people you're with can walk as well, or at least can be left, please come at once to the main lobby. Someone could have fallen in a hidden place; we need to find out if anyone is missing." He handed the microphone back to the man. "Can you repeat the gist of that in German and French?"
"Jawohl," said the man, already switching mental gears. He began to speak into the mike. Lloyd moved away from the PA controls. He then ushered the able-bodied people out of the office into the lobby, which was decorated with a long brass plaque rescued from one of the older buildings that had been demolished to make room for the LHC control center. The plaque spelled out CERN's original acronym: Conseil Européenne pour la Recherche Nucleéaire. These days, a acronym didn't actually stand for anything, but its historical roots were honored here.
The facts in the lobby were mostly white, with a few--Lloyd stopped himself before he mentally referred to them as melanic-Americans, the term currently preferred by blacks in the United States. Although Peter Carter, there, was from Stanford, most of the other blacks were actually directly from Africa. There were also several Asians, including, of course, Michiko, who had come to the lobby in response to the PA announcement. Lloyd moved over to her and gave her a hug. Thank God she, at least, hadn't been hurt. "Anybody seriously injured?" he asked.
"A few bruises and another bloody nose," said Michiko, "but nothing major. You?"
Lloyd scanned for the woman who had banged her head. She hadn't shown up yet. "One possible concussion, a broken arm, and a bad burn." He paused. "We should really call for some amubulances--get the injured to a hospital."
"I'll take care of that," said Michiko. She disappeared into the office.
The assembled group was getting larger; it now numbered about two hundred people. "Everyone!" shouted Lloyd. "Your attention, please! Votre attention, s'il vous plaît!" He waited until all eyes were on him. "Look around and see if you can account for your coworkers or office mates or lab staff. If anyone you've seen today is missing, let me know. And if anyone here in the lobby requires immediate medical attention, let me know that, too. We've called for some ambulances."
As he said that, Michiko re-emerged. Her skin was even paler than normal, and her voice was quavering as she spoke. "There won't be any ambulances," she said. "Not anytime soon, anyway. The emergency operator told me they're all tied up in Geneva. Apparently every driver on the roads blacked out; they can't even begin to tally up how many people are dead."
Copyright 1999 by Robert J. Sawyer


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  • Posted September 24, 2009

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    Flash Forward

    In the very near future of 2009, two physicists working on a complicated experiment accidentally thrust the collective consciousness of the entire world ahead twenty-one years. Although the "flash forward," as it's later named, lasts only minutes, the aftermath is catastrophic. Not only are millions of people killed in accidents caused by their sudden and brief departure from the present (i.e. plane and car crashes, falls down stairs, etc.), but those who survived find themselves emotionally rocked by their respective (and sometimes shared) glimpses of the future. The two scientists are left to piece together what happened, while also trying to figure out whether or not the future they all saw was fixed or just one of many possible outcomes. This sci-fi/thriller/murder mystery plays out like an extended episode of The Outer Limits. Imagine if a super-conductor being operated at the CERN laboratory in Geneva actually causes the entire human race to experience two minuttes of their consciousness being transported 21 years into the future. A neat idea that, in lesser hands, would have been given pulp treatment. Sawyer deftly shows not only the brilliance of these visions but also the tragic results of all human activity coming to a halt for 2 minutes (countless tradgedies and disasters worldwide). Also, not all governments and individuals are thrilled about the glimpse into the future and what it reveals to them. Throw into the mix the fact that one of the CERN Physicists has no vision because he must not exist 21 years in the future - a fact proven by the hundreds of individuals who have visions that include the revalation that he was murdered a few days prior to the "flash forward". Fantastic read.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 6, 2009

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    Not bad, but the TV show is better

    I picked up this book because I like the TV show so much that I wanted to learn more. There are major differences between the two, mainly that the flashforward in the book is 20 years in the future, while the flashforward in the TV show is only 6 months. I think 6 months makes the story more compelling, and has a more immediate effect on the characters and the choices they start making.

    While the book centered on scientists and explained the scientific cause of the flashforward, I prefer the FBI agents on the show not knowing the cause. I have to admit that all of the scientific explanations bogged the story down and I skimmed over those pages.

    Gave this a 3 out of 5 rating as it's a great premise and I enjoyed it, but it was a little on the dry side and I could have done without all of the science. Not a must read, but just okay.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 20, 2009

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    That's I felt like I was reading at certain parts of this book. But putting that aside, it did make for a very interesting novel. I was a little annoyed when this (French Canadian) writer took pot shots at Americans; making us look like the root of all evil or a bunch of bafoons, but still, I managed to get over that also. Like any other "time travel" book, this novel seemed to say that what happened during the "flash forward" was all do to the knowledge everyone had that resulted from the flashforward which people remembered in the future when it actually took place 21 years earlier .....confused yet? You won't be once you read this book. A fine piece of writing setting aside all the quirks I mentioned previously in this review. The ending was kind of disappointing but still an enjoyable book for any Sci-fi fan.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2010

    I expected better

    I picked up the book after watching one episode of the ABC TV Show. From my experience, books are often much better than their TV/Movie remake. Unfortunately, this was not the case with this book. The character development and story line was sluggish and at times stale. I was so disappointed with the ending (or lack there of) that I literally threw the book across the room.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 26, 2009

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    Lacks Drama and Compelling Characters

    This is a book written for physicists, which isn't a bad thing, but there's almost nothing to the story itself that keeps you engaged. The cause of the flashforward isn't very compelling, and the aftermath of the LHC characters is tired and weak.

    The only part I really enjoyed were the "glimpses" of the future for a book written in 1999, taking place in 2009, and trying to predict a future in 2031.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 28, 2009

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    FlashForward - Time Travel Classic

    If you love a good time travel story, this book should be at the top of your list. If murder-mystery is more you thing, this book has that too. Robert Sawyer, so as not to leave any one out, has written a great hard science story too.

    The way Sawyer approaches time travel in this story is certainly unique and really makes you think about life. What would you do with a glimpse at your future? What would you do if your dreams were not realized? Give up?

    Sawyer also explores the idea of time being fixed, what is going to happen is immutable, and the idea that time is changeable, that we have an infinite number of futures dependent on the choices we make now for tomorrows outcomes. He masterfully explores both of this theories without ever clearly forcing either upon you, even by the end of the story you are still left to choose which theory you agree with most.

    This story is well researched and based in current science theory.

    I highly recommend this book.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2006

    Quantum concepts mind boggling!

    The interpretations of the applications of quantum physics in the story line is the greatest draw. A basic background in quantum oddities may help. Even without that, the premise of seeing a piece of one's future makes for a thought provoking read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 26, 2010

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    It was ok

    I decided to read FlashForward after watching the television show by the same name. I was curious where the series came from and what other insights the book might reveal.

    Overall, the book is nothing like the show. Besides the main concept of a Flash Forward in time (21 years forward in the book, but only 6 months in the tv series) and the character Lloyd Simcoe, everything about it is different. The book focuses on the scientists who conducted the experiment (rather than FBI agents) and deals more with the science of the experiment that led to the blackout and the physics of either a fixed or mutable future than the show does.

    My assessment of this book was that it was an OK read. I enjoyed the beginning enough, and I wasn't seriously tempted to abandon reading it. And while the characters were a bit dull and vaguely developed, they were somehow interesting enough to want to find out what happens to them. One strange thing, though, was that this book was written in 1999 to supposedly portray 2009, but I didn't realize that going in. So his descriptions of the time period confused me because he would talk about VHS tapes, while at the same time there were futuristic bookstores where you could "order" a book from a machine that would print a copy for you on the spot (which would be pointless, in my opinion).

    That futuristic time depiction actually outlines my main complaint with the book: it tries to do too much. The author is simultaneously trying to make predictions about 2009, 2030, and the far distant future of the universe all in the same book. And at the same time, he's awkwardly trying to depict relationships that fall flat; cumbersome, unexciting, and out-of-place action sequences; and tons of scientific theories and wild time-travel speculations that were never really reconciled with the way the future did play out in the story. It was like the book was schizophrenic: unable to figure out what it wanted to be.

    I wouldn't really recommend this book, but if you're curious about it after watching the show, it wouldn't hurt anything to read it. It will be entertaining enough. But just a warning: the last third of the book is bizarre and unsatisfying, so don't expect a lot.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2009

    Interesting Premise. Disappointing Delivery

    I picked up this book because I thought it would be interesting to read at the beginning of the new ABC television series of the same name. Never thought I'd say this, but the series is infinitely better than this book.

    What the book has going for it is a very interesting premise, that of an entire world blacking out and "flash-forwarding" 20-some years into the future. After this premise, though, it reads horribly -- characters are two-dimensional, repetitive, boring, listless. The plot plods. Characters react in ways that one can't justify in any reality -- sci fi or otherwise -- and it seems more that the author is forcing character to do things to force the plot into a forward motion. Very heavy handed.

    This, of course, causes unrealistic dialogue and many instances where I simply slap my forehead at the obtuseness of the characters in front of me.

    This is my first Robert Sawyer novel. Perhaps it's not the best one of his to pick up. I'm not looking forward to pick up another on.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 2, 2009

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    This is an engaging cautionary science fiction thriller

    In 2009 some of the world's leading research physicists gather at the CERN research facility to conduct an experiment using the Hardon Collider to "capture" the Higgs Boson subatomic particle. The lead scientists Lloyd Simcoe and Theo Procopides anticipate success and a subsequent Nobel Prize. However something occurs around the globe at the moment the atom smashing experiment begins. Every human on earth who survives sees a two minute visionary clip of themselves in 2030.

    However, millions died when the collective sub-consciousness led to all types of accidents and disasters during the 120 seconds. Simcoe is stunned more so with what he saw rather than the deadly fiasco the experiment caused. He is engaged to marry one woman, but saw his wife of the future was another female. Theo had no vision so he assumes he will be dead before 2030; he believes he will be a murder victim. They try to replicate their experiment, but fail until they realize timing is everything as they go for a third try when a neutrino shower occurs as both want more information about the future regardless of cost.

    This is an engaging cautionary science fiction thriller that uses the Frankenstein concept of scientists having no ethical boundaries experimenting, even encouraged by the second and third times they replicated the experiment. The story line is fast-paced and exciting, but chooses the thriller aspects over the emotional elements beyond a personal need to know. The two scientists know their experiment killed more people in two minutes than some of the monsters of history did during brutal reigns yet they don't seem to care on a personal level. Still this is an exhilarating thriller as the world sees a flash forward moment and each reacts accordingly to what they prefer to see.

    Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 22, 2009

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    Big on science, little on fiction

    This was my first Robert Sawyer novel. I wasn't disappointed, but wasn't really impressed, either.

    Sawyer seems to be strongest when tackling the science bits of science fiction. He seems to really research or at least think through his premises with great detail. As a result, the science is totally believable.

    His writing suffers when it comes to the narrative structure and character arc. He seems a little undecided as to whom the protagonist is (or should be). The characters don't really DO much. They're very much the same at the end of the story as they are at the end. For a story concerning visions of the future, I expected vast, sweeping character changes; there are little or none.

    All that said, I'd probably read another Sawyer novel just to hear what he has to say. In the hands of exceptional writers, the FF TV series should definitely be worth viewing.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2000

    Much ado about nothing...

    I'll admit to wondering how some of the elements of this book were going to turn out, but that was mostly evidenced by getting so bored with what I was reading that I skipped ahead a lot. The big problem with this book is that the scientists don't make any sense. They jump to conclusions and don't see to be interested in questioning these conclusions. As such, they are so unrealistic as to be unbelievable. The other problem is that the book dwells so much on trivia you just get bored. It's an interesting concept, but not well executed at all.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 14, 2014

    Well written and interesting ¿Flash Forward¿ is heavy on science

    Well written and interesting ‘Flash Forward’ is heavy on science but light on substance.  After seeing the TV series I was really excited to read this book.  I wanted to hear more about people’s visions and their views of the future but reader is limited to a very small number of visions and some additional visions which relate to those of the main characters.  The mystery surrounding Theo and his murder is interesting but not enough to overcome the constant flow of science to make this a truly great story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2013

    Turgid prose with unlikeable characters

    Not the best work by this author

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2012


    Not as long as the first one, but one question, how old are you?! You write as good as a 30 year old author whose have been writing for years- 2GA2

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2012


    AWESOME GURL!!! Howbout u call it The City Of Roon or something like that :3~Sierra

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2012


    Yaaaaay awesome again. Also for the title, you could just put the name of the city. [~•~]

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2012

    The Secret of Castle Hill

    Chapter Two ~

    "Janred?" I whispered, looking around the deserted room. The window was open and I dashed over to it. "Janred?!" I called, knowing he probally wouldn't answer.
    He did. "Alora!" My brother said angrily, stamping his foot. His blue eyes burned as he looked up.
    "Janred, you can't go." I said stiffly, looking out the window to see him in the bushes.
    "Who says I can't?" He muttered. Janred shoved his way out of the bushes, heading for the road.
    I leaped out of the window, following.
    "Janred - "
    "What?!" He snarled, whipping around.
    "This isn't you." I flashed.
    Janred sighed. "I know it's not, but... I have to go."
    "Why?! Why do you have to leave?!"
    "You wouldn't understand."
    "Yes I would!"
    "Janred, I don't know why you would just get up and leave. And for the army of all places! Don't you remember what happened to Dad?!"
    "That's why I have to go."
    He paused, shuffling his feet. His light brown hair looked almost gold in the bright sunlight.
    "I need revenge." He said, his voice cold. His blue eyes burned with a fearice light, and I took a step back.
    "Revenge?" I whispered.
    "Yes." Janred muttered. "And I'm going to find my revenge."
    "Dad wouldn't want this."
    "Dad's not here! And it's all Jagsly's fault!" Janred snapped angrily.
    "We don't know how Dad died. It could have been an accident for all we know. They just found his body - ."
    "It's Jagsly's fault." My brother interrupted. "He started this war. If he hadn't, Dad wouldn't have been there. He'd still be here if it wern't for Jagsly."
    He paused again. "I'm going, and nobody can stop me."
    Janred turned around and headed for the road again.
    "Janred..." I whispered.
    He stopped.
    "Be careful."
    He turned and walked away, heading down old dusty Jaybird Ave, towards the town.
    Tears filled my eyes and I turned away.
    # # #
    I heard a soft knock on the door. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I got to my feet and reached for the doornob.
    'Please don't let it be Aunt Brolli.' I thought anxiously as I opened the door.
    Standing in the doorway was a tall boy with dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a puzzled expression.
    "Janred left, didn't he?" Logas asked.
    I nodded, marveling at how he had once again seemingly read my thoughts. I'm not sure if Logas really can read minds, but it sure seems like it.
    I stepped aside, letting him come in, and shut the door behind him. The house seemed extremely quiet now, and the only thing I could hear were my own footsteps.
    I halted, and the house fell deadly silent. Logas stopped beside me and I wondered if he was reading my thoughts again.
    "I just can't belive Janred's gone." I whispered softly, staring at my feet.
    'I'm going, and nobody can stop me.' His last words rang in my ears.
    'What will Aunt Brolli say?' I thought.
    'What would Dad say?'
    I felt my eyes tear up again and I quickly wiped them away. I can't let Logas see me crying.
    Then I heard a loud rap on the door and I whipped around. "What the..." I breathed, starting back towards the door. I turned around to see if Logas was following.
    But he had vanished.

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  • Posted August 17, 2012

    Food for thought

    What I really enjoyed about this novel was that it presented the moral dilemma of what would you do if you had the opportunity to see the future, and how your future would impacted by that choice. Truly a character-driven novel, it is less about this event itself, and more about how the characters were impacted by the event, and how they reacted to it. Not a typical sci-fi novel, there is very little action, but it more than makes up for it in intelligence and its cerebral quality.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2012

    Decent Read

    I decided to read this book because I really enjoyed the TV series, and wanted some type of closure. That being said the series is "based" on this book, not a mirror image of the book, so I wasn't dissappointed with the vast differences.
    This book was well written until "Book 3" which is all in this purchase of the book. I did feel that all of a sudden, the plot was rushed and the ending was HERE, the end. The author could have gone into much more detail and plot, yet he didnt. At some points the science terminology and theories were a bit much for someone who isn't an advanced science scholar, and in my opinion, a bit boring.. But all in all, it was a good read. Good plot, solid ending, but maybe lacked depth in certain areas..

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