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Hell's Aquarium (Meg Series #4)by Steve Alten, Whitney Ross
The most fearsome predators in history…are no longer history.
The Philippine Sea Plate: The most unexplored realm on the planet. Hidden beneath its primordial crust lies the remains of the Panthalassa, an ocean that dates back 220 million years. Vast and isolated, the Panthalassa is inhabited by nightmarish sea creatures long/i>/i>/b>
The most fearsome predators in history…are no longer history.
The Philippine Sea Plate: The most unexplored realm on the planet. Hidden beneath its primordial crust lies the remains of the Panthalassa, an ocean that dates back 220 million years. Vast and isolated, the Panthalassa is inhabited by nightmarish sea creatures long believed extinct.
Tanaka Institute, Monterey, CA: Four years have passed since Angel, the 76-foot, 100,000 pound Megalodon, birthed a litter of pups far too numerous and aggressive to keep in one pen. Fortunately, a Dubai royal prince who is building the largest aquarium in the world seeks to purchase two of the "runts"if Jonas Taylor's twenty-one year-old son, David, will be their handler. Jonas reluctantly agrees, and David is off to Dubai for the summer of his life, not realizing that he is being set up to lead an expedition that will hunt down and capture the most dangerous creatures ever to inhabit the Earth!
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Monterey Peninsula Airport
The black Lexus JX sedan is double-parked outside Gate B, the vehicleâ€™s driver, Jonas Taylor, eyeballing the airport cop who has sent him circling the airport four times already. The sixty-six-year-old paleobiologist glances at his twenty-four-year-old daughter, Danielle, curled up in the passenger seat next to him. The model-pretty blonde, who works part-time for a local NBC-TV affiliate as a news reporter and weekends emceeing shows at the Tanaka Institute, is staring at the digital clock on the dashboard, growing impatient. â€œAlmost four thirty. If his plane doesnâ€™t get here soon, Iâ€™ll miss the evening show.â€
â€œHis plane just landed. Relax.â€ Jonas taps the steering wheel to an old Neil Diamond tune on the radio. â€œAnyway, Olivia can always emcee the show in a pinch.â€
â€œOlivia?â€ Dani looks at her father as if she just swallowed turpentine. â€œDad, the Saturday night show is my gig. Period. Now would you please turn off that annoying song.â€
â€œI like Neil Diamond.â€
â€œCome on, Iâ€™m not that old.â€
â€œYeah, you are. Seriously, Dad, I will pay you to let me change the station.â€
â€œFine, only no gangster rap.â€
â€œItâ€™s â€˜gangsta,â€™ and get with the times. Ghetto is in. Itâ€™s what we relate to.â€
â€œMy mistake. I forgot your mother and I raised you as a poor black child in a gang-infested neighborhood.â€
The airport cop approaches the Lexus. Before he can signal Jonas to move the car, twenty-year-old David Taylor steps out of the baggage claim exit, an orange and blue University of Florida duffle bag slung over one broad shoulder. Jonasâ€™s son is wearing a gray Gatorâ€™s Football tee-shirt, faded jeans, and sneakers. He is fit and tan, his brown hair long, speckled with golden highlights from being in the sun, his almond-brown eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
David tosses his duffle in the back seat of the Lexus and climbs in. â€œSorry. Plane was an hour late.â€
â€œNo worries. We just got here. Right, Dani?â€
â€œWrong. You know dad, he had to leave an hour early.â€ She allows David to kiss her cheek. â€œYou look good . . . Jesus, Dad, drive!â€
Jonas pulls into traffic, following the signs leading to Highway 68 West.
â€œYou look like you gained a few pounds. Lifting weights again?â€
â€œYes . . . and no, for the last time, I am not trying out for football.â€
â€œSure, I know. I just saw the shirt and thoughtâ€”â€
â€œItâ€™s just a shirt.â€
â€œâ€”because the coach called our house twice last week. He lost two wide-outs to injuries in spring training. With your speedâ€”â€
â€œDad, enough! My playing days ended in high school.â€
â€œOkay, okay. I just remember my playing days at Penn State . . . those were the best of times.â€
â€œPlease, that was half a century ago.â€ Dani ruffles her fatherâ€™s thick mane of snowy-white hair. â€œDavid, what do you think of Dadâ€™s new look?â€
David smiles. â€œItâ€™s as white as Angelâ€™s ass. It was still gray last time I saw you.â€
â€œComes from working too closely with monsters.â€
â€œI thought you enjoyed working with Angelâ€™s pups?â€
Jonas smiles at his daughter. â€œI was talking about you.â€
Dani smacks him playfully across his head. â€œI told him he should use that hair stuff that gets rid of the gray.â€
â€œDonâ€™t listen to her, Dad. It makes you look more intelligent. Sort of like Anderson Cooper, only a lot older.â€
â€œGood. I can use all the help I can get. David . . . about this internshipâ€”â€
â€œDad, we talked about this.â€
â€œThere are other specialties in marine biology. We just completed the Manta Ray sale with the Naval Warfare Center, thanks, in part, to your piloting demo. The Navy knows youâ€™re the best pilot we have, and the Vice Admiral mentioned they could use a good trainer.â€
â€œYou know I love piloting the subs. I just like working with the Megs more. Thereâ€™s something about big predatorsâ€”â€
â€œYou want big predators? San Diego needs a new trainer for their female orca. I could make a callâ€”â€
â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with orcas?â€
â€œNothing, if you enjoy teaching dog tricks to a whale. Angelâ€™s pups have special needs.â€
â€œPups? Christ, you make them sound like a litter of cocker spaniels. The three runts are already larger than an adult great white, and the two sisters . . . you tell him, Dani.â€
Dani nods, text messaging on her cell phone. â€œThe sisters are evil. Theyâ€™ll be as big and nasty as their mother.â€
â€œWhy do you call them â€˜the sisters?â€™ Technically, all five are sisters.â€
â€œWhen you see them every day like Dani and I do, youâ€™ll understand. They may have shared the same womb, but the three runts look and act nothing like Bela and Lizzy.â€ Jonas exits Highway 68, heading south on Highway 1. â€œHowâ€™s Corrine?â€
â€œWe broke up.â€
Dani looks up. â€œSeriously? I never liked her.â€
â€œWait,â€ Jonas jumps in, â€œwhat was wrong with Corrine?â€
â€œShe was getting too serious.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with serious? Is serious so bad?â€
â€œSheâ€™s good. And donâ€™t change the subject.â€
â€œMomâ€™s stressed out,â€ Dani says.
â€œNot PETA again?â€
â€œWorse. A thug off-shoot. They call themselves R.A.W. Stands for Return Animals to the Wild. Dad had to hire a security outfit; they were puncturing the staffâ€™s tires. Iâ€™m trying to convince my producer to let me do an exposÃ©. These assholes donâ€™t give a damn about the Megs. Theyâ€™re just after the free publicity.â€
David says nothing, preferring to gaze out his passenger window at the Pacific Ocean peeking through the rolling hillsides.
Jonas weighs the sudden silence. â€œGo ahead and say it, David. â€˜The penâ€™s too small. The pups are getting too big.â€™ â€
David looks at his father. â€œWhat did the State Assembly say?â€
â€œSame as theyâ€™ve always said. No more expansion, at least not along the coast. They offered us six hundred acres in Bakersfield.â€
â€œBakersfield? Why not Death Valley?â€
â€œThere may be another option. Mac and I have a meeting on Monday with Emaar Properties out of the United Arab Emirates. Rumor has it theyâ€™re constructing some kind of new state-of-the-art aquarium and hotel in Dubai.â€
â€œI heard about that. The place is supposed to be incredible, ten times the size of the Georgia Aquarium. You think they want one of the pups?â€
Jonas nods. â€œIâ€™d bet the house on it.â€
The Lexus heads south on Cabrillo Highway, exiting onto Sand Dunes Drive. David stares at the ocean, mesmerized by its crashing surf, marveling at the differences between Montereyâ€™s rough Pacific and Floridaâ€™s calmer Atlantic. He has spent the last three summers interning at the Harbor Branch Oceanographic Institution in Fort Pierce, completing field work in order to earn his bachelorâ€™s degree in marine biology. Up ahead he sees the familiar concrete and steel bowl, the arenaâ€™s ocean-access canal running out to meet the deeper ocean waters like a submerged pier.
The Tanaka Institute and Lagoon: home to the most dangerous creatures in the planetâ€™s history.
Built by Davidâ€™s maternal grandfather, Masao Tanaka, more than thirty-five years ago, the lagoon had originally been designed to function as a field laboratory to study cetacean behavior. Each year, tens of thousands of whales migrated south from the Bering Sea along Californiaâ€™s coast, searching for shallow, protected harbors in which to birth their calves. The Tanaka Lagoon, essentially a man-made lake with an ocean-access canal, was thought to be the perfect birthing place for pregnant females who were struggling to make it down to Baja.
Masao had mortgaged his familyâ€™s future to build the facility, but when rising costs had depleted those funds, he had been forced to seek help from the Japanese Marine Science Technology Center. JAMSTEC was more interested in creating an early-warning, earthquake detection system off the Japanese coast, and Masao held the patents on UNISâ€”a new Unmanned Nautical Information Submersible. In exchange for funding his whale lagoon, Masao accepted a high-risk contract with JAMSTEC to deploy twenty-five UNIS robots seven miles below the Western Pacific along the seismically active sea floor of the Mariana Trench.
To complete the mission, Masaoâ€™s son, D.J., had to escort each UNIS to the bottom using an Abyss Glider, a one-man, deep-sea submersible resembling an acrylic torpedo with wings. It would take months to deploy the robots, but once the system was up and running the network worked like a charm. And then, one after another, the drones stopped transmitting data. JAMSTEC froze funding on the whale lagoon, insisting Masao fix the problem. To do that required retrieving one of the damaged UNIS robotsâ€”a two-submersible jobâ€”but Masao refused to allow his other pilotâ€”his daughter, Terryâ€”to make the dive with her younger brother. Instead, he turned to an old friend for help.
Before he became a paleobiologist, Jonas Taylor had been the best deep-sea submersible pilot ever to wear the Navy uniform . . . until his last dive in these very waters seven years earlier. Working in a three-man submersible below 33,000 feet, Jonas had suddenly panicked, launching the Navyâ€™s vessel into a rapid emergency ascent. The duress of the maneuver had caused a malfunction in the cabinâ€™s pressurization system and the two scientists on board died. Jonas, the only survivor, claimed he had performed the risky ascent after being confronted by â€œan enormous, ghost-white shark with a head bigger than the entire sub.â€
The Navy diagnosed their prized argonaut with psychosis of the deep. His naval career over, his confidence shot, Jonas set out to prove to the world that he was not crazy, that the unexplored 1,550-mile-long gorge was indeed inhabited by Carcharodon megalodonâ€”a sixty-foot, prehistoric version of a great white shark, an ancient predator long thought extinct.
Masao cared little about Jonasâ€™s bizarre theories. What he needed was a second deep-sea pilot to accompany his son on a salvage operation. Forced to confront his fears, Jonas accepted the mission, but only because he was convinced he could recover an unfossilized white Megalodon toothâ€”proof that the creatures were still alive.
What he found was a nightmare that would haunt him the rest of his days.
Jonas Taylor was right: The deep waters of the Mariana Trench contained an array of undiscovered life forms comprising part of an ancient food chain dependent on chemicals originating from hydrothermal vents. These volcanic pumps created a tropical bottom layer capped off a mile above the sea floor by an insulating silty plume of debris. For tens of millions of years, this isolated habitat had been a haven for prehistoric sea life, its deadly pressures discouraging man from venturing into its forbidden depths.
After an hourâ€™s descent in suffocating darkness, Jonas and D.J.â€™s one-man subs managed to penetrate the hydrothermal plume and were soon tracking down one of the damaged UNIS robots. The titanium shell had been crushed, but what Jonas had taken to be a white tooth was merely the severed arm of an albino starfish. Feeling the fool, he assisted D.J. in digging out the half-buried seismic device.
But the vibrations created by the subâ€™s robotic arms reverberated sound waves throughout the underwater canyon, attracting a forty-five-foot male Megalodon. D.J. was attacked and killed when his sub imploded, while the Meg became hopelessly entangled in the subâ€™s retrieval cable. As the surface ship unwittingly hauled the entrapped beast topside, an even larger Megâ€”a pregnant femaleâ€”showed up and attacked its struggling mate, following its gushing trail of blood topside.
Because of Manâ€™s intrusion into the abyss, historyâ€™s most dangerous predatory species had been released from its 100,000-year purgatory.
The Tanaka Institute was charged with the task of hunting down the female. Their goal: to quarantine the monster within the whale lagoon. Jonas was eventually forced to kill the Meg, but one of the femaleâ€™s surviving pups was captured and raised in Masaoâ€™s cetacean facility.
COME SEE ANGEL: THE ANGEL OF DEATH
TWO SHOWS DAILY
ALWAYS YOUR MONEYâ€™S WORTH!
Over the years, Angel had grown into a seventy-four-foot-long, seventy-thousand-pound monster, her presence attracting millions of visitors. Jonas and Terry were married. And then, one day, Angel broke through the giant steel doors of her canal and escaped, making her way across the Pacific to the Mariana Trench, returning to her speciesâ€™ ancient habitat to mate.
Two decades later, the creature would find its way back home to California waters to birth a second litter of pups in the man-made lagoon.
Masao died tragically in the interim, but Angelâ€™s return gave his institute a new lease on life. With help from the state of California, the Tanaka Lagoon once again became the most popular tourist attraction in the world.
But success is fleeting, bringing its own innate set of problems. Running an aquarium as large as â€œAngelâ€™s Lairâ€ required an extensive staff: marine biologists and animal husbandry specialists to care for the Meg as well as her new pups; an environmental team charged with maintaining the lagoon and the new Meg Pen; and administrators and public relations staff, security and food handlers. Working with a fully mature, fifty-one-ton Megalodon and her five offspring created its own unique challenges, where any mistake could be a fatal one.
Excerpted from MEG Hellâ€™s Aquarium by .
Copyright Â© 2009 by Steve Alten.
Published in May 2010 by Tom Doherty Associates, NEW YORK.
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Meet the Author
Steve Alten is the best-selling author of the Meg series. A native of Philadelphia, he earned a Bachelor's degree from Penn State, a Masters from the University of Delaware, and a Doctorate from Temple University. He is the founder and director of Adopt-An-Author, a free nationwide teen reading program used in thousands of secondary school classrooms across the country to excite reluctant readers.
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I have read all four of the Meg Series and to be honest some of the situations presented in this book were in the other books as well. More people being killed by giant sharks, somebody trying to make money off the sharks, and a trip to the bottom of the ocean. Still not a bad book just not new and exciting.
I don't know where to start,this book had me all over the internet researching all kinds of large prehistoric fish. I also did a google earth fly by of Dubai which you'll find out why when you read the book. I loved all the illustration they gave me a good sense of what I was reading about. The only bad thing was I finished. But in the back pages are some new releases Kronos by Jeremy Robinson that should keep me busy while I wait for the next book Meg #5 Night Stalkers and I plan on reading the domain series. enjoy!!!
I have been drawn into the Meg series from the beginning and I must admit they only get better. The only drawback is that I couldn't put it down and finished this book within 48 hours. I love this book and was so excited to finally get it. I loved the plot and was very excited to see the characters we love in the first books return and expanded upon. Steve Alten did such a wonderful job with this book that I could see these things happening right before my eyes. LOVE THIS BOOK!! Can't wait for Meg 5: Night Stalkers
impossible to put down. loved the science, the characters, the dinosaur species, the suspense, and Jonas.
As with all of the books in this series, this one unnerved me. Well told and the characters well developed, what puts this book above others of the same genre is the level of reality. These creatures existed. That in itself is horrifying. Add to it the frequent sense of helplessness that comes from Deepwater entrapment, and the fact that the author has no qualms killing off characters leaves you feeling gut wrenching fear and helplessness with no guarantee that "everything is going to be fine." A true thriller.
He’s alive, I’m not sure he’ll ever be okay again. I really only picked this book up out of a love of Jaws and bargains. Perhaps it was my low expectations that set me up to love Steve Alten and this series for life. I was immediately dismissive of the cover which has an oversized shark peering at a boy through an aquarium wall (turns out that’s not a shark but the prehistoric monster Megalodon) and was skeptical of the title which sounds a little sensational and lame. Fortunately I was wrong about everything. I LOVE THIS BOOK. It reminds me of the best of Michael Crichton - Grounded in science just enough to be plausible, imaginative enough to stir my sense of wonder, and paced perfectly so that I only want to read this book and nothing else. This isn’t even the first book in the series, but even so, it was a fine point of entry for me. I haven’t been this impressed with a new author in a while, I was really blown away.
When does the 5th book in the series come outs
Steve Alten isn't the best writer, in fact the books have a tendency to be formulated, repeat unnecessary information, and can be a bit tedious in spots. However, if you are just looking for a fun read, something to break up reading more informative and well-written books, you could do worse than this.
Cant wait for book five
I've already read the first 3 books in Steve Alten's “Meg” series. The first one established the fact that there are some large prehistoric sharks still surviving in this world; sharks where the infants are born at the size of a modern day Great White. The second one built upon it, exploring the possibility that there could be other surviving monster carnivores in the depths of the Pacific. The next two books in the series delve deeper into the world in which those creatures live – and explores how they can be exploited. Meg: Hell's Aquarium explores the concept that someone – in this case, an oil-rich Dubai prince – would consider opening a tourist attraction featuring those fantastic creatures. Obtaining a Meg is no longer a challenge, as our protagonist Jonas Taylor has a surplus in his artificial lagoon outside of Monterey, California – and the pups have outgrown the space he has available for them. But the OTHER creatures – ones that not even Taylor's Tanaka Institute has on display – those present a real challenge to collect. The prince purchases several of Taylor's submersibles along with the sharks, and hires Taylor's son to train a crew to pilot them. BUT will those subs and their crew be able to handle the monsters of the Pacific depths? I have enjoyed all 4 books currently available in the Meg series. I appreciate the interaction that the main characters have, and their obvious love and concern for each other. The science … this, I'm not as comfortable with. Ironically, it is because of just how close Alten's world is to our own. It doesn't take a big leap to imagine that unknown creatures – unknown MONSTERS – inhabit some unexplored area of the Pacific Ocean. Or that they might be lured out of that area of the ocean at some point. I personally find it much harder to take a “baby step” into a new world than a full-fledged leap, and it is precisely this kind of small gap between our current world and the one Alten describes that we must bridge. However, I don't have a strong enough issue to not enjoy each one of the 4 books Alten has currently released. (The 5th is at some point of development and will be released at some point or another … the author states that he is hoping to tie it into a movie release!) I'll be among the first in line to read #5, tentatively titled “MEG: Night Stalkers” when it comes out.
This is such a great book. But I want to read the 5th one.
I have studied sharks my whole life and a book about a megalodon with young is a new level
That megladon gets owned by that pliosaur
Kickass fast pace triller
Hardest book to put down it took a couple weeks cause i had work to do but just an amazing book cant wait vor the next one please hurry book 5 please