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Manifold: Space (Manifold Series #2)

Manifold: Space (Manifold Series #2)

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by Stephen Baxter

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The year is 2020. Fueled by an insatiable curiosity, Reid Malenfant ventures to the far edge of the solar system, where he discovers a strange artifact left behind by an alien civilization: A gateway that functions as a kind of quantum transporter, allowing virtually instantaneous travel over the vast distances of interstellar space. What lies on the other side of the


The year is 2020. Fueled by an insatiable curiosity, Reid Malenfant ventures to the far edge of the solar system, where he discovers a strange artifact left behind by an alien civilization: A gateway that functions as a kind of quantum transporter, allowing virtually instantaneous travel over the vast distances of interstellar space. What lies on the other side of the gateway? Malenfant decides to find out. Yet he will soon be faced with an impossible choice that will push him beyond terror, beyond sanity, beyond humanity itself. Meanwhile on Earth the Japanese scientist Nemoto fears her worst nightmares are coming true. Startling discoveries reveal that the Moon, Venus, even Mars once thrived with life–life that was snuffed out not just once but many times, in cycles of birth and destruction. And the next chilling cycle is set to begin again . . .

Editorial Reviews

Don D'Ammassa
As always, Baxter plays with space and time with consummate skill, giving us two separate but related plots and a large cast of interesting characters. He continues to be one of the leading writers of hard science fiction.
Science Fiction Chronicle
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Former NASA astronaut Reid Malenfant returns to lead the vanguard for humanity's future in space in this deeply thought-provoking sequel to Manifold: Time. In the year 2020, America's space program has disintegrated, and the Japanese have colonized the moon. A young Japanese lunar scientist invites Malenfant to the moon for a consultation over mysterious sources of infrared she's discovered in the asteroid belt. A couple of enterprising engineers send the first probe to the asteroids to find out just what's there, only to have their probe swallowed up by a huge, artificial ship. Years later Malenfant mounts his own expedition to the solar focus of Alpha Centauri, where he finds a teleport gateway leading to a race of self-duplicating robots that humans eventually call the Gaijin. Centuries pass before Malenfant begins to understand the realities that underlie the existence of all life in the universe. Philip K. Dick Award-winner Baxter packs his gigantic odyssey with innovative hypotheses, fascinating explanations of complex scientific phenomena and gorgeous descriptions of spaceships. That the novel covers far more territory, both in time and distance, than any one person could ever absorb is both a strength and a weakness; suspense is difficult to maintain over the course of centuries. While a large cast of characters helps generate this unwieldy scenario, only their scientific motivations are explored. Science itself is very clearly the star player on this stage. Nonetheless, this focus allows for an exceptionally intricate and original view of the future that both scientists and lay enthusiasts will enjoy. (Jan.) Forecast: Manifold: Time was nominated for the 2000 Arthur C. Clarke Award. This one could garner its own nominations--with a consequent boost in sales for both titles. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
When Earth cannot sustain its population, what's the alternative? Reid Malenfant thinks the future lies in resource-rich asteroids. Bypassing government regulations, the controversial billionaire builds and launches an exploratory spacecraft, navigated by a genetically enhanced cephalopod (squid) named Sheena. In the meantime, several other individuals deal with Earth's problems and Reid's actions: doomsday extremists, government officials, and a strange group of genetically different children. Matters really come to a head when Sheena spawns children on the asteroid, and the offspring surpass their mother's intelligence and nearly consume the asteroid. The prodigy children are imprisoned because society is afraid of their abilities; in turn, the children revolt and escape to the Moon. Again, Reid decides to take the situation into his own control, and convinces his ex-wife to accompany him to the asteroid—and later to the moon. In the process, they find that time itself is more elastic than ever imagined, and destiny can't be controlled any more than individuals. So, okay, the reader has to do some major suspension of belief, and some minor characters lack depth. Still, the author plants enough ideas and action to sustain the reader's attention. Nominated for the 2000 Arthur C. Clarke Award, this SF story would make a good movie. Recommended for older readers. KLIATT Codes: SA—Recommended for senior high school students, advanced students, and adults. 2000, Ballantine/Del Rey, 474p, 18cm, 00-108754, $6.99. Ages 16 to adult. Reviewer: Dr. Lesley S. J. Farmer; Lib. Media/Teacher Svcs., Cal. State University, Long Beach, CA, March 2001 (Vol. 35 No. 2)
Library Journal
Former astronaut Reid Malenfant travels to the moon, now a colony of Japan, to meet with a woman who presents him with evidence of extraterrestrial intelligence and offers him the chance of a lifetime--to explore the origins of life in the universe. Revisiting themes and characters from Manifold: Time (LJ 12/99), Baxter embarks on an ambitious tale that spans the stars. He balances the individual stories of his human protagonists against the panoramic scale of his setting in a landmark work of cosmic speculation that belongs in most libraries. Highly recommended. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-A sequel to Manifold: Time (Del Rey, 2000) that stands on its own. Reid Malenfant lives an incredible life in fantastic settings throughout the universe. Nemoto, a Japanese researcher, persuades her company to invite him to the moon to deliver a lecture. Shortly upon arrival, he finds out that she really wants him to check out what she's found looking at an asteroid. The only thing they know is that it's the work of sentient beings. A probe encounters an alien vessel and Malenfant takes a look for himself; eventually others make their way into space even as the aliens find their way to Earth. One alien species, the Gaijin, aids Malenfant and the other intrepid travelers in spanning time and space. Their motive: to observe human thought and reaction. Baxter weaves into his story descriptions of the workings of a moon colony, the many wonders of space, and creative ways of exploring and colonizing the galaxy. Readers witness ecological and genetic manipulations on massive scales. The author writes in a matter-of-fact manner-as if he's simply exploring the possibilities. Jumping from character to character and between places and times, the author eventually pulls everything together. Like an amusement-park ride, this style can result in bouts of temporary disorientation. However, if they hold on and stay strapped in, readers will be rewarded with a breathtaking journey.-Sheila Shoup, Fairfax County Public Library, VA Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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"Baxter's work reminds us all what science fiction is truly about."
   Author of Darwin's Radio

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Manifold: Space

By Stephen Baxter

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Chapter One



My name is Reid Malenfant.

You know me. And you know I'm an incorrigible space cadet.

You know I've campaigned for, among other things, private mining
expeditions to the asteroids. In fact, in the past I've tried to get you
to pay for such things. I've bored you with that often enough already,

So tonight I want to be a little more personal. Tonight I want to talk
about why I gave over my life to a single, consuming project.

It started with a simple question:

Where is everybody?

As a kid I used to lie at night out on the lawn, soaking up dew and
looking at the stars, trying to feel the Earth turning under me. It felt
wonderful to be alive-hell, to be ten years old, anyhow.

But I knew that the Earth was just a ball of rock, on the fringe of a
nondescript galaxy.

As I lay there staring at the stars-the thousands I could pick out with my
naked eyes, the billions that make up the great wash of our Galaxy, the
uncounted trillions in the galaxies beyond-I just couldn't believe, even
then, that there was nobody out there looking back at me down here. Was it
really possible that this was the only place where life had taken
hold-that only here were there minds and eyes capable of looking out and

But if not, where are they? Why isn't there evidence of extraterrestrial
civilization all around us?

Consider this. Life on Earth got started just about as soon as it could-as
soon as the rocks cooled and the oceans gathered. Of course it took a good
long time to evolve us. Nevertheless we have to believe that what applies
on Earth ought to apply on all the other worlds out there, like or unlike
Earth; life ought to be popping up everywhere. And, as there are hundreds
of billions of stars out there in the Galaxy, there are presumably
hundreds of billions of opportunities for life to come swarming up out of
the ponds-and even more opportunities in the other galaxies that crowd our

Furthermore, life spread over Earth as fast and as far as it could. And
already we're starting to spread to other worlds. Again, this can't be a
unique trait of Earth life.

So, if life sprouts everywhere, and spreads as fast and as far as it can,
how come nobody has come spreading all over us?

The universe is a big place. There are huge spaces between the stars. But
it's not that big. Even crawling along with dinky ships that only reach a
fraction of light speed-ships we could easily start building now-we could
colonize the Galaxy in a few tens of millions of years. One hundred
million, tops.

One hundred million years. It seems an immense time-after all, one hundred
million years ago the dinosaurs ruled Earth. But the Galaxy is one hundred
times older still. There has been time for Galactic colonization to have
happened many times since the birth of the stars.

Remember, all it takes is for one race somewhere to have evolved the will
and the means to colonize; and once the process has started it's hard to
see what could stop it.

But, as a kid on that lawn, I didn't see them. I seemed to be surrounded
by emptiness and silence.

Even we blare out on radio frequencies. Why, with our giant radio
telescopes we could detect a civilization no more advanced than ours
anywhere in the Galaxy. But we don't.

More advanced civilizations ought to be much more noticeable. We could
spot somebody building a shell around their star, or throwing in nuclear
waste. We could probably see evidence of such things even in other
galaxies. But we don't. Those other galaxies, other islands of stars, seem
to be as barren as this one.

Maybe we're just unlucky. Maybe we're living at the wrong time. The Galaxy
is an old place; maybe They have been, flourished, and gone already. But
consider this: Even if They are long gone, surely we should see Their
mighty ruins, all around us. But we don't even see that. The stars show no
signs of engineering. The Solar System appears to be primordial, in the
sense that it shows no signs of the great projects we can already
envisage, like terraforming the planets, or tinkering with the Sun, and so

We can think of lots of rationalizations for this absence.

Maybe there is something that kills off every civilization like ours
before we get too far-for example, maybe we all destroy ourselves in
nuclear wars or eco collapse. Or maybe there is something more sinister:
plagues of killer robots sliding silently between the stars, killing off
fledgling cultures for their own antique purposes.

Or maybe the answer is more benevolent. Maybe we're in some kind of
quarantine-or a zoo.

But none of these filtering mechanisms convinces me. You see, you have to
believe that this magic suppression mechanism, whatever it is, works for
every race in this huge Galaxy of ours. All it would take would be for one
race to survive the wars, or evade the vacuum robots, or come sneaking
through the quarantine to sell trinkets to the natives-or even just to
start broadcasting some ET version of The Simpsons, anywhere in the
Galaxy-and we'd surely see or hear them.

But we don't.

This paradox was first stated clearly by a twentieth-century physicist
called Enrico Fermi. It strikes me as a genuine mystery. The
contradictions are basic: Life seems capable of emerging everywhere; just
one star-faring race could easily have covered the Galaxy by now; the
whole thing seems inevitable-but it hasn't happened.

Thinking about paradoxes is the way human understanding advances. I think
the Fermi paradox is telling us something very profound about the
universe, and our place in it. Or was.

Of course, everything is different now.



a.d. 2020-2042

. . . And he felt as if he were drowning, struggling up from some thick,
viscous fluid, up toward the light. He wanted to open his mouth, to
scream-but he had no mouth, and no words. What would he scream?


I am.

I am Reid Malenfant.


He could see the sail.

It was a gauzy sheet draped across the crowded stars of this place.

Where, Malenfant? Why, the core of the Galaxy, he thought, wonder breaking
through his agony.

And within the sail, cupped, he could see the neutron star, an angry ball
of red laced with eerie synchrotron blue, like a huge toy.

A star with a sail attached to it. Beautiful. Scary.

Triumph surged. I won, he thought. I resolved the koan, the great
conundrum of the cosmos; Nemoto would be pleased. And now, together, we're
fixing an unsatisfactory universe. Hell of a thing.

But if you see all this, Malenfant, then what are you?

He looked down at himself.

Tried to.

A sense of body, briefly. Spread-eagled against the sail's gauzy netting.
Clinging by fingers and toes, monkey digits, here at the center of the
Galaxy. A metaphor, of course, an illusion to comfort his poor human mind.

Welcome to reality.

The pain! Oh, God, the pain.

Terror flooded over him. And anger.

And, through it, he remembered the Moon, where it began . . .

Chapter 1


A passenger in the Hope-3 tug, Reid Malenfant descended toward the Moon.

The Farside base, called Edo, was a cluster of concrete
components-habitation modules, power plants, stores, manufacturing
facilities-half buried in the cratered plain. Comms masts sprouted like
angular flowers. The tug pad was just a splash of scorched moondust
concrete, a couple of kilometers farther out. Around the station itself,
the regolith was scarred by tractor traffic.

Robots were everywhere, rolling, digging, lifting; Edo was growing like a
colony of bacilli in nutrient.

A hi-no-maru, a Japanese Sun flag, was fixed to a pole at the center of


"You are welcome to my home," Nemoto said.

She met him in the pad's air lock: a large, roomy chamber blown into the
regolith. Her face was broad, pale, her eyes black; her hair was
elaborately shaved, showing the shape of her skull. She smiled, apparently
habitually. She could have been no more than half Malenfant's age, perhaps

Nemoto helped Malenfant don the suit he'd been fitted with during the
flight from Earth. The suit was a brilliant orange. It clung to him
comfortably, the joints easy and loose, although the sewn-in plates of
tungsten armor were heavy.

"It's a hell of a development from the old EMUs I wore when I was flying
shuttle," he said, trying to make conversation.

Nemoto listened politely, after the manner of young people, to his
fragments of reminiscence from a vanished age. She told him the suit had
been manufactured on the Moon, and was made largely of spider silk. "I
will take you to the factory. A chamber in the lunar soil, full of immense
spinnerets. A nightmare vision! . . ."

Malenfant felt disoriented, restless.

He was here to deliver a lecture, on colonizing the Galaxy, to senior
executives of Nishizaki Heavy Industries. But here he was being met off
the tug by Nemoto, the junior researcher who'd invited him out to the
Moon, just a kid. He hoped he wasn't making some kind of fool of himself.

Reid Malenfant used to be an astronaut. He'd flown the last shuttle
mission-STS-194, on Discovery-when, ten years ago, the space
transportation system had reached the end of its design life, and the
International Space Station had finally been abandoned, incomplete. No
American had flown into space since-save as the guest of the Japanese, or
the Europeans, or the Chinese.

In this year 2020, Malenfant was sixty years old and feeling a lot
older-increasingly stranded, a refugee in this strange new century, his
dignity woefully fragile.

Well, he thought, whatever the dubious politics, whatever the threat to
his dignity, he was here. It had been the dream of his long life to walk
on another world. Even if it was as the guest of a Japanese.

And even if he was too damn old to enjoy it.

They stepped through a transit tunnel and directly into a small tractor, a
lozenge of tinted glass. The tractor rolled away from the tug pad. The
wheels were large and open, and absorbed the unevenness of the mare;
Malenfant felt as if he were riding across the Moon in a soap bubble.

Every surface in the cabin was coated with fine gray moondust. He could
smell the dust; the scent was, as he knew it would be, like wood ash, or

Beyond the window, the Mare Ingenii-the Sea of Longing-stretched to the
curved horizon, pebble-strewn. It was late in the lunar afternoon, and the
sunlight was low, flat, the shadows of the surface rubble long and sharp.
The lighting was a rich tan when he looked away from the Sun, a more
subtle gray elsewhere. Earth was hidden beneath the horizon, of course,
but Malenfant could see a comsat crawl across the black sky.

He longed to step through the glass, to touch that ancient soil.

Nemoto locked in the autopilot and went to a little galley area. She
emerged with green tea, rice crackers and dried ika cuttlefish. Malenfant
wasn't hungry, but he accepted the food. Such items as the fish were
genuine luxuries here, he knew; Nemoto was trying to honor him.

The motion of the tea, as she poured it in the one-sixth gravity, was
complex, interesting.

"I am honored you have accepted my invitation to travel here, to Edo,"
Nemoto said. "You will of course tour the town, as you wish. There is even
a Makudonarudo here: a McDonald's. You may enjoy a bifubaaga! Soya, of

He put down his plate and tried to meet her direct gaze. "Tell me why I've
been brought out here. I don't see how my work, on long-term space
utilization, can be of real interest to your employers."

She eyed him. "You do have a lecture to deliver, I am afraid. But . . .
no, your work is not of primary concern to Nishizaki."

"Then I don't understand."

"It is I who invited you, I who arranged the funding. You ask why. I
wished to meet you. I am a researcher, like you."

"Hardly a researcher," he said. "I call myself a consultant, nowadays. I
am not attached to a university."

"Nor I. Nishizaki Heavy Industries pays my wages; my research must be
focused on serving corporate objectives." She eyed him, and took some more
fish. "I am salariman. A good company worker, yes? But I am, at heart, a
scientist. And I have made some observations which I am unable to
reconcile with the accepted paradigm. I searched for recent scientific
publications concerning the subject area of my . . . hypothesis. I found
only yours.

"My subject is infrared astronomy. At our research station, away from Edo,
the company maintains radiometers, photometers, photo-polarimeters,
cameras. I work at a range of wavelengths, from twenty to a hundred
microns. Of course a space-borne platform is to be preferred: The
activities of humankind are thickening the Moon's atmosphere with each
passing day, blocking the invisible light I collect. But the lunar site is
cheap to maintain, and is adequate for the company's purposes. We are
considering the future exploitation of the asteroids, you see. Infrared
astronomy is a powerful tool in the study of those distant rocks. With it
we can deduce a great deal about surface textures, compositions, internal
heat, rotation characteristics-"

"Tell me about your paradigm-busting hypothesis."

"Yes." She sipped her green tea. "I believe I have observational evidence
of the activity of extraterrestrial intelligences in the Solar System,"
she said calmly.


The silence stretched between them, electric. Her words were shocking,
quite unexpected.

But now he saw why she'd brought him here.

Since his retirement from NASA, Malenfant had avoided following his
colleagues into the usual ex-astronaut gravy ponds: lucrative aerospace
executive posts and junior political positions. Instead, he'd thrown his
weight behind research into what he regarded as long-term thinking: SETI,
using gravitational lensing to hunt for planets and ET signals, advanced
propulsion systems, schemes for colonizing the planets, terraforming,
interstellar travel, exploration of the venerable Fermi paradox.

All the stuff that Emma had so disapproved of. You're wasting your time,


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Meet the Author

Stephen Baxter is a trained engineer with a mathematics degree from Cambridge University and a doctorate in aeroengineering research from Southampton University. Baxter is the winner of both the British Science Fiction Award and the Locus Award, as well as a nominee for an Arthur C. Clarke Award for Manifold: Time. His novel Voyage won the Sidewise Award for Best Alternate History Novel of the Year; he also won the John W. Campbell Award and the Philip K. Dick Award for his novel The Time Ships.

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TroyAsher More than 1 year ago
Space is one of my favorite science fiction novels and led me to explore the other books in Baxter's Manifold series. The books are individual stories and they can be read in any order though i feel Space has the edge over the others. While Time is an equally epic story, i found the enormous distances covered in Space easier to comprehend than the vast eons outlined in Time. Baxter's characters, both human and robotic, are engaging. His story telling is compelling. On top of this Baxter has the ability to describe the complexities of science in a way that makes it both comprehensible and fascinating. 5 stars.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This story is one of the most vivid books I have read this year. It takes sci-fi to a whole new level, with Baxter's great imagination and writing skills.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The end of the world, or, merely, the end of life as we know it, has been one of man's greatest fears. Author Stephen Baxter's MANIFOLD: TIME does not exploit nor hide behind such dire threats. Rather, Baxter uses this most human concern as a catalyst for his action-based novel, demonstrating that man's survival instinct is so great that it bears the potential to transcend time. Told in the near-distant future and centering around a diverse group of characters (the rogue space hero; the independent, yet dutiful ex-wife; the politician with a conscience; the seemingly mad mathematician; the genius child; and the brain-enhanced squid), MANIFOLD: TIME is a story spanning so many levels, you'll be thinking about it long after you've turned the last page!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In the beginning, this book was a bit confusing, but grew on me as I read on. After I read it the second time, things were much clearer to me. It is a very imaginative approach to answering the questions, "Are we alone in our Universe? How can it be that we have not seen signs of other intelligent beings beyond earth?" Stephen Baxter's treatment of this subject is on the dark side, but extremely well done.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Stephen Baxter's intriguing book provides a new view to predicting Earth's end. His style of writing, although a bit slow at times, allows the characters to develop to bring the story to its irreversible end, and what an ending it is. I am impressed by Baxter's creativity. For an author with such an extensive technical background he goes beyond that call to incorporate simplicity to the scientific material and to explore the depth and interaction of his characters leading to earth's outcome without being humdrum! A most enjoyable book, well written and would recommend it to all sci-fi buffs who really want food for thought. Ceridwen 'C.J.' Johnson Toronto, Canada
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was boring, then interesting, then boring, and so on to the point i gave up on it.
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Not worth reading waste of time and money
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I am an lover of what feels like a dying art...well written and thought-out hard science fiction. I loved this book!!
BellasMomma More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed the other Manifold books immensely. Origin was good, but not the best. I enjoyed the other two better, but this is worth a read.
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