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The Precipice (Asteroid Wars Series #1)

The Precipice (Asteroid Wars Series #1)

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by Ben Bova, R, Christian Noble (Narrated by), Karesa Ecelheny (Narrated by), Amanda Karr (Narrated by)

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Once, Dan Randolph was one of the richest men on Earth. Now the planet is spiraling into environmental disaster, with floods and earthquakes destroying the lives of millions. Like Randolph, Martin Humphries, fabulously wealthy heir to the Humphries Trust, knows that space-based industry is the way of the future. But unlike Randolph, he does not care if Earth perishes


Once, Dan Randolph was one of the richest men on Earth. Now the planet is spiraling into environmental disaster, with floods and earthquakes destroying the lives of millions. Like Randolph, Martin Humphries, fabulously wealthy heir to the Humphries Trust, knows that space-based industry is the way of the future. But unlike Randolph, he does not care if Earth perishes in the process. As Randolph flies toward the Asteroid Belt aboard a fusion-propelled spacecraft, Humphries makes his move, and the future of mankind lies in Randolph's hands.

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Publishers Weekly
The author of some 100 books, most of them either science fiction or science fact, six-time Hugo-winner Bova (Jupiter; Venus) is a longtime exponent of the industrialization of outer space, preferably by privately owned corporations, and here he continues in this vein. Earth is on the brink of disaster; in fact, it may have already toppled over the precipice. As a result of the greenhouse effect, the oceans have risen catastrophically and half of humanity faces immediate starvation. Two very rich industrialists, Dan Randolph and Martin Humphries, believe that they may have the key to the planet's salvation. Using new innovations in fusion and nanotechnology, they want to send an experimental spaceship to the asteroid belt. The goal is to bring back enough raw materials to begin to move Earth's heavy industries into outer space, thus greatly reducing pollution and providing enough capital to transform the world. Randolph, despite his many years as a captain of industry, is still something of a starry-eyed optimist who truly wishes to save the planet. Humphries, however, is made of much more selfish stuff; his primary goals are to destroy Randolph and save only as much of Earth's civilization as he personally can rule. Bova has been writing variations on this novel for decades, and he knows his material well. Unfortunately, his work is often marred by a plodding prose style, somewhat stereotypical characters and deeply ingrained sexism. Still, this novel should appeal to Bova's regular audience, a mixture of traditional hard SF fans, space enthusiasts and libertarians. (Oct. 26) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Years of the greenhouse effect have created ever more extreme floods and hurricanes, displacing and killing millions of people. There are two men, leaders in the space industry and residents of the Moon community, who can most immediately affect the outcome of everything on Earth. One is Dan Randolph of Astro Manufacturing, who wants to use an experimental fusion engine to mine the Asteroid Belt for much-needed resources and provide a cleaner energy alternative to fossil fuels. The other is Martin Humphries of Humphries Space Systems, who sees every disaster as an opportunity to make sales. With personnel and funds strained by the daily catastrophes, they must pool their resources to succeed despite their opposing goals of saving humanity versus building a monopoly. Hindering their efforts are the sadly plausible shackles of various Earth governments refusing policy changes that adversely affect their countries' economies even while the land is disappearing under water, and the lunar colonists who feel that since Earthers created the mess, they can stew in it. Added to the mix are industrial spies stealing information back and forth, shareholders, an uninformed board of directors, the Moral Right and research personnel with hidden agendas. Thick with accurate science and the machinations of human preference for short-term benefits, Precipice clearly spells out not only how disastrous further climate pollution could be but also just how close we are to that cliff. This is a modern tale that can also be a useful tool to put face and feelings to the ways in which humans are altering the current environment, lending awareness to daily warnings as well as potential solutions when people actfor the greater good. KLIATT Codes: SA—Recommended for senior high school students, advanced students, and adults. 2001, Tor, 422p.,
— Liz LaValley
Library Journal
The greenhouse effect has caused catastrophic changes to Earth's atmosphere, guaranteeing economic, social, and enviromental collapse in the near future. When Dan Randolph and Martin Humphries enter a business partnership to seek new resources in the Asteroid Belt as the only means of saving the planet, only one of them has Earth's best interests in mind. Bova's latest novel, a series opener, highlights current environmental issues and scientific speculation while simultaneously telling a tale of heroes and villains that should appeal to most fans of hard sf. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
From the Publisher
"Bova gets better and better, combining plausible science with increasingly complex fiction."-Los Angeles Daily News

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Audio Literature
Publication date:
Asteroid Wars Series , #1
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Unabridged, 8 Cassettes
Product dimensions:
4.54(w) x 6.92(h) x 2.24(d)

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The Precipice

By Bova, Ben

Tor Science Fiction

Copyright © 2002 Bova, Ben
All right reserved.

Jesus," the pilot kept murmuring. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus."
The helicopter was racing north, bucking, jolting between the shattered land below and the thick dark gray clouds scudding just above, trying to follow Interstate 55 from the Memphis International Airport to what was left of the devastated city.
You could not see the highway; it was carpeted from horizon to horizon with refugees, bumper to bumper traffic inching along, an unending stream of cars, trucks, vans, busses, people on foot swarming like ants, trudging painfully along the shoulders of the road in the driving, soaking rain, women pushing baby carriages, men and boys hauling carts piled high with whatever they could salvage from their homes. Flood water was lapping along the shoulder embankment, rising, still rising, reaching for the poor miserable people as they fled their homes, their hopes, their world in a desperate attempt to escape the rising waters.
Dan Randolph felt the straps of his safety harness cutting into his shoulders as he stared grimly out the window from his seat behind the two pilots. His head throbbed painfully and the filter plugs in his nostrils were hurting again. He barely noticed the copter's buffeting and jouncing in the choppy wind as he watched the swollen tide of refugees crawling sluggishly along the highway. It's like a war zone, Dan thought. Except that the enemy is Mother Nature. The flooding was bad enough,but the earthquake broke their backs.
Dan put the electronically-boosted binoculars to his eyes once again, searching, scanning the miserable, soaking wet throng below for one face, one individual, the one woman he had come to save. It was impossible. There must be half a million people down there, he thought. More. Finding her will take a miracle.
The chopper bounced and slewed wildly in a sudden gust of wind, banging the binoculars painfully against Dan's brow. He started to yell something to the pilot, then realized that they had run into another blustery squall. Fat, pounding raindrops splattered thickly against the copter's windows, cutting Dan's vision down almost to nothing.
The pilot slid back the transparent sanitary partition that isolated Dan's compartment. Dan suppressed an angry urge to slam it back. What good are sterile barriers if you open them to the outside air?
"We've got to turn back, sir," the pilot yelled over the thrumming thunder of the engines.
"No!" Dan shouted. "Not till we find her!"
Half turning in his seat to face Dan, the pilot jabbed a finger toward his spattered windscreen. "Mr. Randolph, you can fire me when we land, but I ain't going to fly through that."
Looking past the flapping windscreen wipers, Dan saw four deadly slim dark funnels writhing across the other side of the swollen Mississippi, dust and debris flying wherever they touched the ground. They looked like coiling, squirming snakes thrashing across the ground, smashing everything they touched: buildings exploded, trees uprooted, autos tossed into the air like dry leaves, homes shattered into splinters, RV parks, housing developments, shopping malls all destroyed at the flick of the twisters' pitiless, mindless malevolence, blasted as completely and ruthlessly as if they had been struck by an enemy missile attack.
The enemy is Mother Nature, Dan repeated silently, numbly, as he stared at the advancing tornadoes. There was nothing he could do about them and he knew it. They couldn't be bought, bribed, flattered, seduced, or threatened into obedience. For the first time since he'd been a child, Daniel Hamilton Randolph felt totally powerless.
As he locked the partition shut again and fumbled in his pockets for his antiseptic spray, the chopper swung away, heading back toward what was left of the international airport. The Tennessee National Guard had thrown a cordon around the grounds; the airport was the Memphis region's last link with the rest of the country. The floods had knocked out electrical power, smashed bridges, covered roads with thick muddy brown water. Most of the city had been submerged for days.
Then came the earthquake. A solid nine on the Richter scale, so powerful that it flattened buildings from Nashville to Little Rock and as far north as St. Louis. New Orleans had already been under water for years as the rising Gulf of Mexico inexorably reclaimed its shoreline from Florida to Texas. The Mississippi was in flood all the way up to Cairo, and still rising.
Now, with communications out, millions homeless in the never-ending rains, aftershocks strong enough to tumble skyscrapers, Dan Randolph searched for the one person who meant something to him, the only woman he had ever loved.
He let the binoculars drop from his fingers and rested his head on the seat back. It was hopeless. Finding Jane out there among all those other people--
The copilot had twisted around in his seat and was tapping on the clear plastic partition.
"What?" Dan yelled.
Instead of trying to outshout the engines' roar through the partition, the copilot pointed to the earpiece of his helmet. Dan understood and picked up the headset they had given him from where he'd dumped it on the floor. He had sprayed it when they'd first handed it to him, but now he doused it again with the antiseptic.
As he clamped it over his head, he heard the metallic, static-streaked voice of a news reporter saying, "...definitely identified as Jane Scanwell. The former President was found, by a strange twist of fate, on President's Island, where she was apparently attempting to help a family of refugees escape the rising Mississippi waters. Their boat apparently capsized and was swept downstream, but snagged on treetops on the island.
"Jane Scanwell, the fifty-second President of the United States, died trying to save others from the ravages of flood and earthquake here in what remains of Memphis, Tennessee."
Copyright 2001 by Ben Bova


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Meet the Author

Ben Bova is the author of more than a hundred works of science fact and fiction, including Able One, Leviathans of Jupiter and the Grand Tour novels, including Titan, winner of John W. Campbell Memorial Award for best novel of the year. He received the Lifetime Achievement Award of the Arthur C. Clarke Foundation in 2005, and in 2008 he won the Robert A. Heinlein Award "for his outstanding body of work in the field of literature." He is President Emeritus of the National Space Society and a past president of Science Fiction Writers of America, and a former editor of Analog and former fiction editor of Omni. As an editor, he won science fiction’s Hugo Award six times. Dr. Bova’s writings have predicted the Space Race of the 1960s, virtual reality, human cloning, the Strategic Defense Initiative (Star Wars), electronic book publishing, and much more. He lives in Florida.

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harstan More than 1 year ago
In a distant future, the planet earth is in on the brink of extinction due to the greenhouse effect leading to ecological mayhem and consequently mass starvation. The future looks nonexistent with the only glimmer of hope seemingly in outer space. Dan Randolph and Martin Humphries agree that saving planet earth depends on harvesting raw materials from other solar system orbs so that pollution would lessen on their homeworld and subsequently reduce the greenhouse effect.

The caring optimist, Dan actually believes in saving his fellow human beings while Martin wants to keep costs down so as to increase his profit even if it means destroying his home planet. Martin¿s goal is simple: he plans to rule over the survivors that he personally chooses to allow to live with Dan his only true obstacle to success.

Fans of Ben Bova¿s outer space tales will full enjoy his latest thriller THE PRECIPICE. The story line is loaded with action, but in many ways is very simplistic with Dan and Martin as two opposite extremes if they ever took the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator psychological test. Though typical of Mr. Bova¿s science fiction theories on industrializing (environmentalists would say polluting) the solar system, the audience will relish this great author¿s latest this outer space thriller.

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All the elements of a good story are here, for that Ben is as reliable as your neighborhood mechanic. However, at least two mistakes were in this story, each of them having to do with physical concepts. First One: Dan the protagonist is mentioned as being very tall, a full one hundred eighty centimeters tall, which is merely five feet nine inches tall. Maybe compared to someone shorter he's tall, but not by international standards. Second One: It's mentioned that a positively charged hull is effected by electron guns. This cannot be because an electron gun fires off electrons (e.g., thyrotron), not protons. It would be better ifthe hull were made of a P-type semiconductor, with the N-junction forming the inner hull. When forward biased, the outer hull would easily and powerfully repel protons being that it is hole rich, or positively charged. Except for solar winds, protons are not whatt flow in a conductor (sorry Ben ... Franklin); but electrons do. I'm surprised to see such basic science screwed up by Ben. But then again Ben, not to mention a host of other luddites in the SF field, seem to find it hard to believe that someone might come up with a powerful emissionless propulsion motor. They're still stuck on the Dean Drive and other such wankering drivel.