Manhattan Transferby John E. Stith
When Manhattan - and everyone on it - is kidnapped into space by some unknown alien force, the humans trapped on the island are faced with a baffling (and terrifying) enigma. An artificial dawn reveals that the city, encased in a bubble, rests on a vast plain, surrounded by dozens of other bubbles containing a multitude of alien cultures. Is this some sort of cosmic zoo exhibit or part of a scientific experiment gone horribly awry?
Or perhaps fresh groceries?
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Manhattan never sleeps. It doesn't even blink. By three in the morning, it was as close to lethargy as it ever gets, but that was still busier than a nursery full of hyperactive kids with megadoses of sugar and caffeine.
As something quite out of the ordinary began, Manhattan lay awake in the dark.
Space twisted. An artificial rotating singularity deformed the fabric of space, bending it in on itself until a black hole formed. Charged particles that would normally have sped directly through the region, instead began to move in arcs, most of which ended at the singularity. They accelerated as their paths curved tighter toward the gravitational lens, speeding faster and faster as they approached, and, during their final nanoseconds of existence outside the event horizon, spewing X-rays like tiny distress calls.
The event horizon bloomed to a diameter of several hundred kilometers before it stabilized. While the solar wind funneled into the region, an enormous black starship emerged from inside the event horizon. The starship, almost as black as the region of space it slid out of, absorbed radiation across the entire spectrum as it spun sedately. As the nearby singularity was switched off, the event horizon shrank until it vanished, and the only obstruction to the solar wind was the ship itself.
The huge squat disk-shaped ship sported octagonal rather than circular endplates. The disk was about ten kilometers tall, as thick as a small moon, andthe octagonal endplates spanned over ten times that distance. The ship's spin slowed until it hung motionless in the dim starlight. The ship then began to pivot into the solar wind. The black ship kept adjusting its orientation until one octagonal surface pointed generally at the distant yellow G-type star. The precise alignment was at the small blue planet, third from the sun. Moments later, the enormous ship began to accelerate smoothly toward Earth.
The pilot enjoyed the runs between Manhattan and JFK, particularly at times like now--the morning rush hour. This was one of the few jobs in flying where you could "drive" over the roads below in Queens. He took a lot of pleasure in passing slow-moving traffic on the Long Island Expressway, BQE, and Van Wyck, cruising right over the stalls and backed up sections, ignoring pileups and emergacharge trucks.
He reached cruising height just before the East River. Below was the Queensboro Bridge, doing its best to jam more people into Manhattan.
A sudden shadow was the first indication of trouble. Reflexes took over and he lost a little altitude just in case. If the passengers complained, he couldn't tell, because the headphones and the rotor roar would block anything up to a scream.
The helicopter pilot had just convinced himself there was no problem when a faint pencil of red light cut the grimy sky vertically in front of the windshell bubble. He jammed the stick and tried to veer away, but he had no time. The whine of the rotors suddenly changed pitch as the rotor blades hit the shaft of laser light. The chopper became a machine gun, firing severed pieces of rotor off to his left. In milliseconds, the slicing light had whittled every rotor down to half its original length, and then the chopper itself hit the beam. A band saw moving at the speed of light, the laser sliced the chopper right down the middle. The engine overhead exploded as the casing surrounding the whirling components split into pieces.
Shrapnel from the exploding engine perforated bodies of the pilot and passengers as the two halves of the chopper began their plunge to the East River. The pilot hadn't even had time to utter the one word traditionally heard as black box recordings terminate.
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I first ran across this book back in the 1990s but passed on reading it at the time. However, when I chanced across it again recently I decided to take a chance. Set in the early 21st Century, alien ships appear over NYC, cut loose Manhattan Island, encase it in a dome, and transport it into its ship. As the several million residents struggle to come to grips with the event and restore order; they discover they are among a number of domed cities in the craft. A small expedition under orders of the mayor breaks out to make contact with the other domes to determine what is happening. In doing so, they uncover shocking information about their abduction and the future of the Earth. Although overall I enjoyed the book and would recommend it, I had a few concerns with the story. The book drags about halfway though as the expedition wanders about the ship and we are provided details about its layout. There is a silly sub story about a group of fanatics who think the aliens are God and try to stop the mayor. Lastly, there were a number of brief interruptions in the story flow which focused on what people were doing in the city, which was unrelated to the overall story and came off as pointless. However, this said, these concerns were not enough to affect the story and my feelings toward it. It is worth noting since this story was published in 1993, the World Trade Center's play a role in some of the activities which occur.