The Forge of God (Forge of God Series #1)

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On September 28th, a geologist working in Death valley finds a mysterious new cinder cone in very well-mapped area.

On October 1st, the government of Australia announces the discovery of an enormous granite mountain. Like the cinder cone, it wasn't there six months ago....

Something is happening to Planet Earth, and the truth is too terrifying to consider....

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Overview

On September 28th, a geologist working in Death valley finds a mysterious new cinder cone in very well-mapped area.

On October 1st, the government of Australia announces the discovery of an enormous granite mountain. Like the cinder cone, it wasn't there six months ago....

Something is happening to Planet Earth, and the truth is too terrifying to consider....

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

It is the best end of the world we will see for a long time." --John Clute, New Scientist

"Bear's best novel and is certainly one of the best long works of science fiction I have read this year." --San Diego Union

"Bear takes a profound and unusual approach to hard SF." --Los Angeles Times

Dwight W. Lambe
"It's been a long time since I was riveted to my chair by the creative grandeur and stimulating prose of a single novel. Bear has given us one of those gems that becomes a classic in the author's lifetime. The Forge of God is all the good stuff of decades of SF in one smoothly-flowing package...buy this book immediately. In case it's not fiction, you might benefit from the head start." -- Thrust Science Fiction and Fantasy Review
Sun Times Chicago
The finest novel of alien invasion since Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle's FootFall.
Angeles Times Los
Bear takes a profound and unusual approach to hard SF.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765301079
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 8/28/2001
  • Series: Forge of God Series , #1
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 680,060
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Greg Bear

Greg Bear sold his first short story, at the age of fifteen, to Robert Lowndes's Famous Science Fiction. Since then, he has written some twenty novels. A winner of the Hugo and Nebula Awards, Bear is married to Astrid Anderson, and they, and their two children, live near Seattle, Washington.

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1--

September 28-29

Camped beside the mountain that should not have been there, wrapped in cold desert darkness, Edward Shaw could not sleep. He heard steady breathing from the still forms of his two companions, and marveled at their ease.
He had written in his notebook:
*
• *
The mound is approximately five hundred meters long and half as wide, perhaps a hundred meters high, (apparently) the basaltic cinder cone of a dead volcano, covered with boulder- and cobble-sized chunks of dark black scoria and surrounded by fine white quartz sand. It is not on our maps nor in the 1991 Geosat directory. The flanks of the cone are steeper than the angle of repose, as much as fifty and sixty degrees. The weathering is haphazard at best--some parts open to the sun and rain are jet black, shiny, and other areas are only mildly rusty. There are no insects on the mound--specifically, lift any rock and you will not find a scorpion or millipede. There are no beer cans.
*
• *
Edward, Brad Minelli, and Victor Reslaw had journeyed from Austin, Texas, to combine a little geology with a lot of camping and hiking across the early autumn desert. Edward was the eldest, thirty-three; he was also the shortest and in a close race with Reslaw to lose his hair the fastest. He stood five feet nine inches in his hiking boots, and his slender frame and boyish, inquisitive features made him seem a lot younger, despite the thinning hair. To see objects closer than two feet from his round nose, he wore gold wire-framed round-lensed glasses, a style he had adopted as an adolescent in the late seventies.
Edward lay on his back with his hands clasped behind his head and stared up at the clear steady immensity of the sky. Three days before, dark and gravid clouds had conspired in the flaming sunset to drop a true gully-washer into Death Valley. Their camp had been on high ground, but they had seen basketball-sized boulders slide and roll down freshly gouged channels.
The desert seemed once again innocent of water and change. All around the camp hung a silence more precious than any amount of gold. Not even the wind spoke.
He felt very large in the solitude, as if he might spread his fingers over half the land from horizon to horizon, and gather a mica coat of stars on his fingers. Conversely, in his largeness, he was also a little frightened. This inflated magnitude of self could easily be pricked and shrink to nothing, an illusion of comfort and warmth and high intellectual fever.
Not once in his six-year career as a professor of geology had he found a major error in the U.S. Geological Survey Death Valley charts. The Mojave Desert and Death Valley were the Mecca and Al Medina of western U.S. geologists; they had tramped over the regions for well over a century, drawn by the nakedness and shameless variety of the Earth. From its depths miners had hauled borax and talc and gypsum and other useful, unglamorous minerals. In some places, niter-lined caves wedged several hundred feet into the Earth. A spelunker need descend only twenty or thirty feet to feel the heat; creation still lay close under Death Valley.
There were hundreds of dead volcanoes, black or sullen red on the tan and gray and pink desert, between the resort at Furnace Creek and the small town of Shoshone, yet each one had been charted and was likely featured in some graduate research paper or another.
This mountain was an anomaly.
That was impossible.
Reslaw and Minelli had shrugged it off as an interesting if unique error on the maps; a misplacement, like the discovery of some new island in an archipelago, known to the natives but lost in a shuffle of navigators' charts; a kind of Pitcairn of volcanic mounds.
But the cinder cone was too close to routes traveled at least once or twice a year. Edward knew that it had not been misplaced. He could not deceive himself as his friends did.
Neither could he posit any other explanation.
*
• *
They walked once again around the base of the mound at midmorning. The sun was already high in the flat, still blue sky. It was going to be a hot day. Red-haired, stocky Reslaw sipped coffee from a green-enameled Thermos bottle, a serviceable antique purchased in a rock-and-junk shop in Shoshone; Edward chewed on a granola bar and sketched details in a small black cloth-bound notebook. Minelli trailed them, idly chipping at boulders with a rock pick, his loose, lanky form, unkempt black hair, and pale skin giving him the appearance of a misplaced urban scrounger.
He stopped ten yards behind Edward. "Hey," he called out. "Did you see this?"
"What?"
"A hole."
Edward turned back. Reslaw glanced back at them, shrugged, and continued around the mound to the north.
The hole was about a meter wide and slanted upward into the mass of the mound. Edward had not seen it because it began in deep shadow, under a ledge illuminated by the warm rays of the sun. "It's not a flow tube. Look how smooth," Minelli said. "No collapse, no patterns."
"Bad geology," Edward commented. If the mound is a fake, then this is the first mistake.
"Hm?"
"It's not natural. Looks like some prospector got here before us."
"Why dig a hole in a cinder cone?"
"Maybe it's an Indian cave," Edward offered lamely. The hole disturbed him.
"Indians with diamond drills? Not likely," Minelli said with a faint edge of scorn. Edward ignored his tone and stepped on a lava boulder to get a better look up into the darkness. He pulled a flashlight from his belt and squeezed it to shine a beam into the depths. Smooth-bored matte-finish lava walls absorbed the light beyond eight or ten meters; to that point, the tunnel was straight and featureless, inclining upward at about thirty degrees.
"Do you smell something?" Minelli asked.
Edward sniffed. "Yeah. What is it?"
"I'm not sure…"
The odor was faint and smooth and sweet, slightly acrid. It did not encourage further investigation. "Like a lab smell," Minelli said.
"That's it," Edward agreed. "Iodine. Crystalline iodine."
"Right."
Minelli's forehead wrinkled in a mock fit of manic speculation. "Got it," he said. "This is a junkie rock. A sanitary junkie cinder cone."
Edward ignored him again. Minelli was infamous for a sense of humor so strange it hardly ever produced anything funny. "Needle mark," "Minelli explained in an undertone, realizing his failure. "You still think this isn't a map mistake?"
"If you found a street in New York City, not on any map, wouldn't you be suspicious?"
"I'd call up the mapmakers."
"Yeah, well, this place is as crowded as New York City, as far as geologists are concerned."
"All right," Minelli conceded. "So it's new. Just popped up out of nowhere."
"That sounds pretty stupid, doesn't it?" Edward said.
"Your idea, not mine."
Edward backed away from the hole and suppressed a shiver. A new mole and it won't go away; a blemish that shouldn't be here.
"What's Reslaw doing?" Minelli asked. "Let's find him."
"This-a-way," Edward said, pointing north. "We can still catch up."
They heard Reslaw call out.
He had not gone far. At the northernmost point of the mound's base, they found him squatting on top of a beetle-shaped lava boulder.
"Tell me I'm not seeing what I'm seeing," he said, pointing to the shade below the rock. Minelli made a face and hurried ahead of Edward.
In the sand, two meters from the boulder, lay something that at first glance resembled a prehistoric flying creature, a pteranodon perhaps, wings folded, canted over to one side.
It was not mineral, Edward decided immediately; it certainly didn't resemble any animal he had seen. That it might be a distorted plant, a peculiar variety of succulent or cactus, seemed the most likely explanation.
Minelli edged around the find, cautiously giving it a berth of several yards. Whatever it was, it was about the size of a man, bilaterally symmetric and motionless, dusty gray-green with touches of pastel flesh-pink. Minelli stopped his circling and simply gaped.
"I don't think it's alive," Reslaw said.
"Did you touch it?" Minelli asked.
"Hell no."
Edward kneeled before it. There was a definite logic to the thing; a kind of head two feet long and shaped rather like a bishop's miter, or a flattened artillery, shell, point down in the sand; a knobby pair of shoulder blades behind the fan-crest of the miter; short thin trunk and twisted legs in squat position behind that. Stubby six-digit feet or hands on the ends of the limbs.
Not a plant.
"Is it a corpse, maybe?" Minelli asked. "Wearing something, like a dog, you know, covered with clothes--"
"No," Edward said. He couldn't take his eyes away from the thing. He reached out to touch it, then reconsidered and slowly withdrew his fingers.
Reslaw climbed down from the boulder. "Scared me so bad I jumped," he explained.
"Jesus Christ," Minelli said. "What do we do?"
The snout of the miter lifted from the sand and three glassy eyes the color of fine old sherry emerged. The shock was so great that none of the three moved. Edward finally took a step back, almost reluctantly. The eyes in the miter-head followed him, then sank away again, and the head nodded back into the sand. A sound issued from the thing, muffled and indistinct.
"I think we should go," Reslaw said.
"It's sick," Minelli said.
Edward looked for footprints, hidden strings, signs of a prank. He was already convinced this was no prank, but it was best to be sure before committing oneself to a ridiculous hypothesis.
Another muffled noise.
"It's saying something," Reslaw said.
"Or trying to," Edward added.
"It isn't really ugly, is it?" Minelli asked. "It's kind of pretty."
Edward hunkered down and approached the thing again, edging forward one booted foot at a time.
The thing lifted its head and said very clearly, "I am sorry, but there is bad news."
"What?" Edward jerked, his voice cracking.
"God almighty," Reslaw cried.
"I am sorry, but there is bad news."
"Are you sick?" Edward asked.
"There is bad news," it repeated.
"Can we help you?"
"Night. Bring night." The voice had the whispering quality of wind-blown leaves, not unpleasant by itself, but chilling in context. A waft of iodine smell made Edward recoil, lips curled back.
"It's morning," Edward said. "Won't be night for--"
"Shade," Minelli said, his face expressing intense concern. "It wants to be in shade."
"I'll get the tent," Reslaw said. He jumped down from the boulder and ran back to the camp. Minelli and Edward stared at each other, then at the thing canted over in the sand.
"We should get the hell out of here," Mineili said.
"We'll stay," Edward said.
"Right." Minelli's expression changed from concern to puzzled curiosity. He might have been staring at a museum specimen in a bottle. "This is really, wonderfully ridiculous."
"Bring night," the thing pleaded.
*
• *
Shoshone seemed little more than a truck stop on the highway, a café and the rock shop, a post office and grocery store. Off the highway, however, a gravel road curved past a number of tree-shaded bungalows and a sprawling modern one-story house, then ran arrow-straight between venerable tamarisk trees and by a four-acre swamp to a hot-spring-fed pool and trailer court. The small town was home to some three hundred permanent residents, and at the peak of the tourist season--late September through early May--hosted an additional three hundred snowbirds and backpackers and the occasional team of geologists. Shoshone called itself the gateway to Death Valley, between Baker to the south and Furnace Creek to the north. To the east, across the Mojave, the Resting Spring, Nopah and Spring ranges, and the Nevada state line, was Las Vegas, the closest major city.
Reslaw, Minelli, and Edward brought the miter-headed creature into Shoshone after joining California state highway 127 some fifteen miles north of the town. It lay under moistened towels in the back of their Land Cruiser on the spread fabric of the tent, where once again it seemed dead.
"We should just go into Las Vegas," Minelli said. He shared a front seat with Reslaw. Edward drove.
"I don't think it would last," Edward said.
"How can we find help for it here?"
"Well, if it really is dead, there's a big meat locker in that grocery."
"It doesn't look any more dead than before it spoke," Reslaw said, glancing back over the seat at the still form. It had four limbs, two on each side, but whether it stood or walked on all four, none of them knew.
"We've touched it," Minelli said mournfully.
"Shut up," Edward said.
"That cinder cone's a spaceship, or a spaceship is buried underneath, obviously--" Minelli blurted.
"Nothing's obvious," Reslaw said calmly.
"I saw that in It Came From Outer Space."
"Does that look like a big eye floating on a tentacle?" Edward asked. He had seen the movie, too. Its memory did not reassure him.
"Meat locker," Minelli responded, his hands trembling.
"There's a phone. We can call ambulances in Las Vegas, or a helicopter. Maybe we can call Edwards or Goldstone and get the authorities out here," Edward said, defending his actions.
"What'll we tell them?" Reslaw asked. "They won't believe the truth."
"I'm thinking," Edward said.
"Maybe we saw a jet plane go down," Reslaw suggested.
Edward squinted dubiously.
"It spoke English," Minelli commented, nodding.
None of them had mentioned that point in the hour and a half since they had hauled the creature away from the base of the cinder cone.
"Hell," Edward said, "it's been listening to us out there in space. Reruns of I Love Lucy."
"Then why didn't it say 'Hey, Ricky!'?" Minelli asked, covering his fear with a manic grin.
Bad news. Like a mole that shouldn't be there.
Edward pulled the truck into the service station, its heavy-duty tires tripping the service bell. A deeply tanned teenage boy in jeans bleached to nondescript pale gray and a Def Leppard T-shirt walked out of the garage attached to one side of the grocery and approached the Land Cruiser. Edward warned him back with his hands. "We need to use a phone," he said.
"Pay phone right there," the boy drawled suspiciously.
"Anybody got quarters?" Edward asked. Nobody did. "We need to use the store phone. This is an emergency."
The boy saw the towel-shrouded shape through the Land Cruiser windows. "Somebody hurt?" he asked curiously.
"Stay back," Minelli warned.
"Shut up, Minelli," Reslaw whispered through gritted teeth.
"Yeah."
"Dead?" the boy asked, one cheek jumping with a nervous tic.
Edward shrugged and entered the grocery. There, a short and very wide woman clerk in a muumuu adamantly refused to let him use the phone. "Look," he explained. "I'll pay for it with my credit card, my phone card," he said.
"Shoa me the cahd," she said.
A tall, slender, attractive black-haired woman came in, dressed in unfaded jeans and a white silk blouse. "What's wrong, Esther?" she asked.
"Man's givin' us a royal payin," Esther said. "Woan use the pay phone ahtside, but sayes he's gaht a credit cahd--"
"Jesus, thanks, you're right," Edward said, glancing between them. "I'll use my card on the pay phone."
"Is it an emergency?" the black-haired woman asked.
"Yeah," Edward said.
"Well, go ahead and use the store phone."
Esther glared at her resentfully. Edward sidled behind the counter, the clerk moving deftly out of his way, and punched a button for an open line. Then he paused.
"Hospital?" the black-haired woman asked.
Edward shook his head, then nodded. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe the Air Force."
"You've seen an airplane go down?" the woman asked.
"Yeah," Edward said, for the sake of simplicity.
The woman gave him an emergency hospital number and suggested he use directory assistance for the Air Force. But he did not dial the emergency number first. He dithered, glancing nervously around the store, wondering why he hadn't planned a clear course of action earlier.
Goldstone, or Edwards, or maybe even Fort Irwin?
He asked directory assistance for the number of the base commander at Edwards. As the phone rang, Edward hunted for an excuse. Reslaw was right: telling the truth would get them nowhere.
"General Frohlich's office, Lieutenant Blunt speaking."
"Lieutenant, my name is Edward Shaw." He tried to be as smooth and calm as a television reporter. "I and two of my friends--colleagues--have seen a jet go down about twenty miles north of Shoshone, which is where I'm calling from--"
The lieutenant became very interested immediately, and asked for details.
"I don't know what kind of jet," Edward continued, unable to keep a slight quiver from his voice. "It didn't look like any I'm familiar with, except maybe…Well, one of us thinks it looked like a MiG we've seen in AvWeek."
"A MiG?" The lieutenant's tone became more skeptical. Edward's culpable squint intensified. "Did you actually see the plane go down?"
"Yessir, and the wreckage. I don't read Russian…But I think there were Cyrillic markings."
"Are you positive about this? Please give me your name and proof of identity."
Edward gave the lieutenant his name and the numbers on his license plate, driver's license, and, for good measure, his MasterCard. "We think we know where the pilot is, but we didn't find him."
"The pilot is alive?"
"He was dangling on the end of a chute, Lieutenant. He seemed alive, but he went down in some rocks."
"Where are you calling from?"
"Shoshone. The…I don't know the name of the store."
"Charles Morgan Company Market," the black-haired woman said.
Edward repeated the name. "The town's grocery store."
"Can you lead us to where you saw the aircraft?" the lieutenant asked.
"Yessir."
"And you realize the penalty for giving false information about an emergency of this sort?"
"Yessir, I do."
Both women regarded him with wide eyes.
"A MiG?" the slim, black-haired woman asked after he hung up. She sounded incredulous.
"Listen," Edward said. "I lied to them. But I'm not going to lie to you. We might need your meat locker."
Esther looked as if she might faint. "What's happenin' heah?" she asked. "Stella? What's this awl abauht?" Her drawl had thickened and her face was sweaty and pasty.
"Just you," Edward said to Stella.
She examined him shrewdly and pointed to his belt and rock hammer, still slung in its leather holder. "You're a rock hound?"
"A geologist," he said.
"Where?"
"University of Texas," he said.
"Do you know Harvey Bridge from--"
"U.C. Davis. Sure."
"He comes here in the winter…" She seemed markedly less skeptical. "Esther, go get the sheriff. He's at the café talking to Ed."
"I don't think we should let everybody in on this," Edward suggested. Bad feeling.
"Not even the sheriff?"
He glanced at the ceiling. "I don't know…"
"Okay, then, Esther, just go home. If you don't hear from me in a half an hour, go get the sheriff and give him this man's description." She nodded at Edward.
"You'll be okay heah?" Esther asked, short thick fingers rapping delicately on the counter.
"I'll be fine. Go home."
The store had only one customer, a young kid looking at the paperback and magazine rack. With both Stella and Edward staring at him, he soon moved out through the door, shrugging his shoulders and rubbing his neck.
"Now, what's going on?" Stella asked.
Edward instructed Minelli to drive the Land Cruiser around to the back of the store. He motioned for Stella to follow him through the rear door. "We'll need a cool dark place," he told her as they waited.
"I'd like to know what's happening," she repeated, her jaw firm, head inclined slightly to one side. The way she stood, feet planted solidly on the linoleum and hands on her hips, told Edward as plain as words she would stand for no more evasion.
"There's a new cinder cone out there," he said. Minelli parked the vehicle near the door. Talking rapidly to keep his story from crashing into splinters, Edward opened the Land Cruiser's back gate, pulling aside the tent and moist towels. "I mean, not fresh…Just new. Not on any charts. It shouldn't be there. We found this next to it."
The miter-head lifted slightly, and the three sherry-colored eyes emerged to stare at the three of them. Reslaw stood by the store's far corner, keeping a lookout for gawkers.
To her credit, Stella did not scream or even grow pale. She actually leaned in closer. "It's not a fake," she said, as quickly convinced as he had been.
"No, ma'am."
"Poor thing…What is it?"
Edward suggested she stand back. They unloaded it and carried it through the delivery door into the refrigerated meat locker.

PERSPECTIVE

East Coast News Network interview with Terence Jacobi, lead singer for the Hardwires, September 30, 1996:
ECNN: Mr. Jacobi, your group's music has consistently preached--so to speak--the coming of the Apocalypse, from a rather radical Christian perspective . With two songs in the Top 40 and three records totaling ten million sales, you've obviously hit a nerve with the younger generation. How do you explain your music's popularity?
Jacobi (Laughing, then snorting and blowing his nose): Everybody knows, between the ages of fourteen and twenty--two, you've got only two best friends: your left hand and Christ. The whole world's out to get you. Maybe if the world went away, if God wiped the slate clean, we could get on with just being ourselves. God's a righteous God. He will send his angels to Earth to warn us. We believe that, and it shows in our music.

Copyright © 1987 by Greg Bear

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fans of invasion earth novels will enjoy

    In 1996, Jupiter¿s sixth moon Europa suddenly vanishes. The media plays the disappearing act for a few weeks, but as usual that fades from their blip screen as they believe the public is apathetic towards some obscure moon. Scientists come up with numerous theories, but each have gigantic holes as no one knows what really happened. Most astronomers remain astounded that a relatively large object is missing sort of like a cosmic David Copperfield making the Statue of Liberty disappear. <P>In Death Valley, three Texas geologists find what seems as the first error of US Geological Survey charts they have ever come across. A very large unmarked mound not shown on the maps rises from the desert. The trio agrees that there is no way that this ¿mountain¿ could have been missed. Next they find an ailing alien who needs darkness to live who bears very bad news.. How will the human race react to what appears to be an encounter of a negative kind. <P> Though THE FORGE OF GOD is well written with an engaging premise, the book falls short because talented Greg Bear never decides between a classic invasion tale and a psychological reaction plot. Instead, readers are left with pieces of both, but neither is complete. The story line is fast-paced and entertaining and fans of invasion earth novels will find overall enjoyment. However, this reviewer was left with the disappointment of feeling shorted. Exploring the different mindset of how earthlings and the aliens respond to the end days of human life would have been unique and captivatingly refreshing, something that the audience will keep expecting until the novel is finished. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2007

    Incredibly Thought Provoking

    An incredible and well thought out concept. I have read and enjoyed this author's other novels, but this book was by far his best. The storyline, while slow to develop, quickly accelerates to a very bleak ending - but for me, that's what made it unforgetable. We all want the happily ever after ending, but again, for me this novel delivered the knock-out punch!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2014

    Entertaining

    Nice reading, very entertaining

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2013

    Good book

    Pretty good

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  • Posted May 25, 2012

    Good easy read, easy to follow and enjoyable

    Good easy read, easy to follow and enjoyable

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  • Posted May 19, 2012

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    This is great apocalyptic / first-encounter science fiction. It

    This is great apocalyptic / first-encounter science fiction. It is really interesting to think about how society and individuals would react to alien invasion. It&rsquo;s a scary notion. It makes you feel pretty vulnerable when you think of how helpless we would be in the face of a dramatically more advanced civilization. Hopefully, if it ever happens, the good guys will get here a little further ahead of the bad guys. I think any true fan of sci-fi will very much enjoy this novel.
    Michael Travis Jasper, author of the novel &ldquo;To Be Chosen&rdquo;

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  • Posted October 22, 2009

    The Amazingly Brilliant Review That Will Get Me Either an A or an F

    The book The Forge of God by Greg Bear is an amazing Science-Fiction story relating to nuclear explosions, robots, space battles, and more nuclear explosions. And we all know that nuclear explosions equal fun. So you could say this book is very fun. Moving on. The basic idea of the book is that there are two types of robots invading earth. One group are called the "planet destroyers." The other robots are the robots that are trying to stop the planet destroyers from killing all of the species on earth. To thwart the enemy robots, the good robots make these ships to save key species on planet earth, including humans, plants, animals and some germs. They want to take these species into their ships, or arks as they call it, and transport them to another place safe from the planet destroying robots. The robots need some help to do so, and so they recruit humans by sending out spider probe robots which "sting" people to communicate with them. The planet destroying robots have an evil plan which may prevail against the good robots attempts to save planet earth. They planted massive bombs inside of the earth's mantle, which whiz around inside earth until they collide, creating a massive explosion, and destroying earth with all life on it. That's not all, however. They also have machines that are on the bottom of the ocean floor using hydrolysis to separate hydrogen and oxygen from the water to make hydrogen bombs, which they place along the fault lines of the earth's crust. The book is a perfect example of how doomsday could come to planet earth, if these robots did show up or if some crazed Islamic person decides to kill the entire population of planet earth. But that's just not good karma, is it. So i doubt they would even try. I wouldn't recommend this book to many people because its very confusing. I still don't get some of it. I think its only for some of you hardcore sci-fi fans out there.

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  • Posted August 4, 2009

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    Interesting, depressing and familiar

    The story was interesting but not every question was answered. The end result is a familiar story we've seen before but plays out ok. The description of the major events being witnessed at the end are hard for a reader to visualize in text. I would like to have seen a movie of the last parts of the book to see what it really looked like in the writer's mind.

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  • Posted May 31, 2009

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    Incredible, Thrilling, and Heartbreaking

    Its the end of the world at the hands of unknown extraterrestrial forces. There is some hope but not much as another alien force seeks to oppose the planet's doom. This story is heart stopping in its action in the last moments of the world as we scurry like mice and cling to each other for comfort while death wraps its cold fingers around the entire planet. This book touched something deep inside for sure. I loved it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2005

    Very Good, but very Depressing also

    I have to say I really liked Forge of God. It was really well written, and I thought the concept was brilliant. I think that it showed the truth that if there is an alien race out there that is advanced enough to reach us there wouldn't be much we could do to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to us. The book does get very depressing as it goes on. You realize that the Earths fate has been sealed and there is nothing we can do to stop it. I thought the book had a few slow parts and, the ending was bleak but, there is sequel out there so I hope we get our revenge. I will be reading it and hoping. I recommend Forge of God to any sci-fi junkies out there.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2000

    My favorite apocolyptic book

    This is a great book. Bear has brought out some of his most twisted ideas for an interesting and different look at how we will behave when the time gomes to greet our maker.

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