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A young student, a dangerous love affair, and an explosive conflict to establish control over humanity...

For young Hunter Blake, the future is bright.

He has been awarded the exclusive Covington Fellowship, which brings fame, a generous stipend, and two years of privileged study on Mars. He has also been reunited with his lifelong love, ...

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A young student, a dangerous love affair, and an explosive conflict to establish control over humanity...

For young Hunter Blake, the future is bright.

He has been awarded the exclusive Covington Fellowship, which brings fame, a generous stipend, and two years of privileged study on Mars. He has also been reunited with his lifelong love, Tehani Wilawa.

But as tensions mount between rival government factions, bands of renegade space pirates begin raiding, looting, kidnapping, and building their ranks from the disaffected of both space powers.

When Hunter and Tehani are kidnapped by a pirate band, they find themselves questioning “truths” they’ve accepted all their lives. Are the space pirates really the avatars of a new freedom — or simply criminals?

To answer, they must learn the razor-thin difference between freedom and anarchy, obedience and slavery, pleasure and indulgence. And for Hunter Blake, his greatest crisis is no longer a matter of success or failure, but of life or death.

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Also by Gentry Lee:

Bright Messengers
Double Full Moon Night

Co-authored with Arthur C. Clarke:

Rama II
Garden of Rama
Rama Revealed

It all starts in 2408 on the asteroid Cicero, as problems between the FISC (Federation of Independent Space Colonies) and its rival space power, the UDSC (United Democratic Space Colonies), seem to be escalating again. Twenty-year-old Hunter Blake is chosen as this year's Covington Fellow, a prestigious position that should guarantee a secure future. While traveling to Mars to begin his two years of Fellow studies, Hunter and his girlfriend are kidnapped by space pirates, those disenchanted with the restrictions set by both the FISC and the UDSC upon their citizens. After spending time with the pirates and enjoying their lifestyle, Hunter chooses to return to Mars and resume his life as a Fellow, not knowing that he is now suspect as a traitor. He soon must make the choice of rejoining the pirates or being tried for treason. There's romance and sex but nothing really graphic. (Although the one guy does have a classic line, "A blow job's a blow job.") There's action. There's intrigue. There are spaceships, and weightlessness (that's one of the sex scenes). There are political discussions and medical breakthroughs. (Hunter was going to study medicine before he was chosen as a Fellow and he helps the pirates set up their infirmary.) There's a pirate raid on a lunar ice-processing facility. (Hunter helps with that, too.) There's even a neat new game called Intellego (no real specifics on the rules, but it sounds like computerized group chess with some twists). What more could you want from a good SF story? The sex stuff probably limits this to high school/adults only. Category: Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror. KLIATT Codes: SA—Recommended for senior high school students, advancedstudents, and adults. 2000, Bantam, Spectra, 627p., Ages 16 to adult. Reviewer: Sherry S. Hoy; Libn., Tuscarora Jr. H.S., Mifflintown, PA
Library Journal
When rising star Hunter Blake wins a prestigious appointment as a Covington Fellow, he leaves his home in a mining colony on the asteroid Cicero for a period of intensive study on Mars, the center of the Federation of Independent Space Colonies. Captured by space-faring pirates and held hostage as part of an intricate political juggling act involving two rival governments and the anarchistic pirates, Hunter soon learns to question his assumptions about life, love, politics, and truth. The author of Double Full Moon Night brings his talent as a raconteur to bear in a novel set in a far future in which humans have colonized space but still practice the ancient art of political deception. Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Space coming-of-age yarn, from the author of Double Full Moon Night (1999), etc. By the 25th century, the totalitarian FISC and the similar UDSC vie for control of the space colonies scattered throughout the solar system, although many independent pirate groups reject both FISC and UDSC and live by their own philosophies and modes of government. On the remote asteroid Cicero, exceptional student Hunter Blake wins an exclusive Covington Fellowship offering a fast-track route to a top government job. At the same time, Hunter reconnects with his stunning ex-girlfriend Tehani Wilawa. Tehani's now working as a high-class whore to pay off the crippling debts left by her father—a situation Hunter is none too happy about. On the voyage to Mars, pirate Utopians capture the ship. Tehani, nearly sold to a vicious barbarian pirate from another band, is ransomed—she's the mistress of a FISC bigwig. Qualified paramedic Hunter becomes Utopia's doctor, and falls in love with sexy Ursula; he still doesn't know how he feels about Tehani. Then, he jumps at the chance to return to Mars and resume his Fellowship, somewhat guiltily abandoning a now pregnant Ursula. Can Hunter fit in on Mars, and will he ever discover how he really feels about Tehani? Lee sets up sucker punches, then pulls them all. There's no war, tranquil or otherwise. And, despite frequent sexual encounters, the hero's either numbingly placid or irritatingly obtuse. Pass.Oltion, Jerry ABANDON IN PLACE Tor (368 pp.) Nov. 2000
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553573381
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/28/2001
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 640
  • Product dimensions: 4.17 (w) x 6.86 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Gentry Lee has been chief engineer on Project Galileo, director of science analysis and mission planning for NASA’s Viking mission to Mars, and partner with Carl Sagan in the design, development, and implementation of the television series Cosmos. He is the author of Bright Messengers and Double Full Moon Night and the co-author of Rama II, The Garden of Rama, and Rama Revealed. He lives in Texas, where he is at work on a new book.

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The untoward events all occurred within a few seconds. The two technicians had been sitting in their space suits on top of the long, thick arm of the giant mining machine, just below the bottom joint. They had been having a diagnostic discussion by radio with the supervising engineers, who were watching on video from the confines of the control center inside the enclosed dome. When their conversation was finished, the technicians rose to their knees to finish the repairs on the electronics that controlled the enormous claw head resting on the surface of the asteroid twenty feet below them. Suddenly the mining colossus sprang alive. Its long arm jerked into motion, catapulting the two humans away from the equipment.

They flew in the airless, low-gravity environment of the asteroid as if they had been shot from a gun. Tumbling head over heels, their arms flailing, their terrified shouts resounding throughout the control center, the technicians smashed against the side of a second mining machine two hundred yards away. The engineers under the dome shuddered in horror as their colleagues ricocheted upward and then fell slowly, apparently lifeless, near the lip of a large mining pit.

Mr. David Blake, the chief engineer on the asteroid Cicero, was sitting in his office when the accident occurred. Just as he finished composing an electronic letter to FISC (Federation of Independent Space Colonies) engineering headquarters in Centralia, on Mars, complaining once again about the shortage of critical parts on Cicero, one of his assistants burst into the office.

“Blake,” the assistant said, panic in his voice, “something terrible has happened. Miner #7 moved. Samuels and Turner were thrown off the arm. They aren’t responding to our calls.”

Blake quickly followed the assistant down the corridor to the main control center in the engineering complex. The control center was a large room at the top of a cylindrical tower near the edge of the dome that covered the inhabited region of Cicero. Half a dozen technicians and engineers were inside the room, along with ten computer workstations and seven large overhead monitors. On each of the monitors, a live image depicting an activity in process outside the dome was projected. When the two men entered the room, the huge central monitor showed a close-up picture of the two men in space suits lying motionless near the mining pit. In the image background stood one of the gigantic, silver, robotic mining machines, the bold, black letters FISC clearly emblazoned on its side.

Nicholas Cruz, the earnest young man who was in charge of outside operations activities on the current shift, walked over to Blake. “The biometry readings are garbage,” he said. “Their transmitters must have been crushed during the accident.” He paused a moment. “I assume you would like to see the complete video?” he said.

Blake nodded. The large central monitor filled a moment later with a still image of the two men sitting on the arm of Miner #7. The recording that began to play included the last snippets of conversation prior to the sudden movement of the arm, as well as the horrible cries of the technicians during their short flight. Blake winced as he watched his friends carom off the adjacent miner and then fall to the asteroid surface.

“We’ll need an emergency rescue team,” a visibly shaken Blake said as soon as the video was finished.

“Yes, sir,” Nick Cruz said. “We’ve already begun the preparations.” He paused a moment. “Please, sir, I would like to volunteer.”

“All right, Nick,” Blake said. “You lead the team. Take Lucy, Julius, and Hiro. No diagnostics on the miner. Just bring Samuels and Turner inside as fast as you can. Every second counts.”

Nick quickly left the control center. Blake told one of the technicians to reconfigure the screens so that the central monitor would always show the activities of the rescue team. For the next several seconds, he gazed idly at the other screens, his mind deep in thought about the possible repercussions of the accident. Three of the screens showed other, similar mining machines at work in different locations outside the dome on Cicero. The remaining monitors in the control center depicted scenes inside the robotic factories where the raw ore was taken for processing after it was extracted.

There had never been a work fatality outside the dome on Cicero. For a decade eight of the mammoth mining drones, considered to be triumphs of human engineering, had been in nearly constant operation on the small spherical asteroid. The machines ripped into the ground with their enormous claws, tapping the rich lodes of iron and nickel that were very close to the surface. The material was then deposited in the open beds of large, all-terrain robot trucks and carried to four widely separated processing factories, each located about a mile outside the enclosed town.

Inside the vast, translucent dome, which covered twenty square miles in the equatorial region of Cicero and provided an Earthlike atmosphere for the asteroid’s three thousand inhabitants, all the mining activities were carefully monitored from the control center. Regular maintenance on the mining machines and trucks, or on any of the equipment in the unpeopled processing factories, was provided by robot technicians dispatched from the inside.

The entire system was designed so that human activity outside the enclosed dome would be reduced to an absolute minimum. In fact, during the four years immediately prior to Engineer Blake’s decision to recertify each of the mining machines, only three human sorties “outside” had been required to repair or maintain any of the mining system components.

Over the past year, however, as incident after incident had increased the tension between the FISC and its rival space power, the UDSC (United Democratic Space Colonies), efficient management of its mining operations had become a low priority for the Federation. The engineers on Cicero and the other mining asteroids had been ordered to sharply reduce maintenance activities on the existing equipment and key personnel were transferred to the defense effort. As a result, serious failures in the mining system on Cicero had begun to occur more frequently and productivity had dropped off markedly.

To mitigate these problems, Blake had decided in early 2408 that only a thorough, component-by-component recertification of all the mining machines had a chance of significantly reducing the failure rate. For over a month, human technicians had been going “outside” on a daily basis, carrying with them field-testing apparatus as well as all the requisite spares, replacing any and all components that did not meet the original machine specifications. The previous outside sorties had all occurred without incident. More than forty major parts had been replaced. There was reason to believe that the entire complicated and possibly dangerous procedure was going to achieve its desired result. Only two days had been left in the recertification process when the arm on Miner #7 had moved unexpectedly.

Still deep in thought, Blake watched from the control center as the rover carrying Nick Cruz and the rest of the rescue team passed through the airlock and into the vacuum outside the dome. Nick was driving. The rover was bouncing wildly across the barren, rocky terrain as it sped toward its destination about ten miles away.

Inside the Cicero Hospital, Hunter Blake, the twenty-year-old son of Engineer David Blake, was chatting comfortably with a couple whose son was about to undergo a routine tonsillectomy. “This particular robot surgeon,” he told them, in response to a question, “has only performed five tonsillectomies in the past. However,” Hunter said, calling up data on the large monitor on his desk, “as you can see from these statistics, this release version of the surgeon has successfully completed over two hundred similar procedures at hospitals all over the Federation. With no complications worth noting.”

“I would just feel better,” the woman said, “if a human being were doing the operation. I know it’s simple, but Jimmy’s my only son and...”

“Even if you were on Earth,” Hunter interrupted her pleasantly, “it would be very unlikely that your son’s tonsils would be removed by an actual person. The operation is too straightforward to justify the expense of a real surgeon. And the risks are minimal. If the robot surgeon sees anything at all that is not completely standard, it will simply abort the procedure and wait for instructions.”

“Are you a doctor?” the man suddenly asked.

“No,” Hunter said, “I’m a certified paramedic. I recently finished my eighteen-month course here at the hospital.” He smiled. “I’ve applied to one of the Federation medical schools on Mars and am waiting to hear if I’ve been accepted.”

“Hunter,” an electronic voice intoned over the network audio system, “I am now ready to proceed. I have finished all the self-tests required by procedure 226A and everything has checked out positively.”

“Thank you, 4G19,” Hunter replied. As he turned to ask the boy’s parents if they had any more questions, Hunter’s personal pager sounded, its urgent tone indicating a top-priority message. During his few months at the hospital, he had received only one such message before, when a high-ranking Cicero official who had had a heart attack was being rushed to the hospital and the mayor wanted to be certain that all preparations would be complete before his arrival.

The small monitor on Hunter’s pager flashed the sentence “Stop whatever you are doing and report immediately to the central hospital office.”

“Excuse me,” Hunter said to the couple, “but I have just been summoned to an emergency meeting. I apologize for the inconvenience. Unfortunately, unless you wish to sign a waiver and proceed with the operation with no human monitor, we will need to reschedule Jimmy’s tonsillectomy to tomorrow morning.”

The woman shook her head vigorously. “As I said earlier this morning, it’s very important to me that there be somebody in attendance during his operation.”

“All right,” Hunter said, “we’ll reschedule Jimmy for ten o’clock tomorrow.” He headed for the door. “The robot orderlies will escort your son to the dressing room,” Hunter said hurriedly. “You can meet him there.”

The woman started to ask Hunter a question. “I’m sorry,” he said, interrupting her, “I really must leave right now.”

A moment later Hunter was walking rapidly down the hospital corridor. In his haste at one point he took both his feet off the floor and became airborne in the near weightlessness. Struggling to remain upright, Hunter drifted slowly downward for a few seconds. When one of his shoes was again in contact with the floor, he continued, this time at a more even pace.

Within a minute all eight members of the hospital’s human staff had arrived at the central office. “There’s been an accident outside,” the hospital director, a thin, sallow man in his early fifties, told the staff. “An emergency sortie has been dispatched to bring the two injured technicians back as soon as possible. Because their biometry transmitters have failed, we have no explicit knowledge of their condition. It seems unlikely to me, after viewing the video of the accident, that they are still alive. Nevertheless, we must be prepared to do whatever we can.

“I have called Dr. Wallace and Dr. Chen,” the director continued. He started the recording of the video of the accident, which played on the monitor on the wall behind him. “They will be here in twenty minutes. They have asked me to make certain that all reasonable preparations are complete before they arrive.... Kim, make sure that all emergency room equipment is operational. Blake, check our inventory of replacement organs and other biological subsystems, both hybrid and all-engineering. Singh, review the blood types of the two men and check our supplies, in case transfusions will be required....”

While he was listening to the director’s instructions, Hunter studied the short video of the accident, which was playing for the second time on the screen. He watched in horror as the two figures struck the other mining machine, bounced upward, and then seemed to hang in the air before falling to the surface. They couldn’t possibly have survived, Hunter thought. If they didn’t die from their injuries, failure of their space suits would have killed them.

The director had finished his assignments. “Any questions?” he said. “All right, let’s meet back here in fifteen minutes. Please be on time.”

Hunter returned to his work area to perform his task. He quickly verified in detail what he already knew — that the hospital’s inventory of human replacement parts, including all the critical organs, was woefully lacking. Three times in the last year the hospital had received long requisition lists from the FISC defense ministry. All types of body parts — biological, hybrid, and all-engineering — had been their top-priority requests. In spite of the director’s protestations, the mayor of Cicero had ordered the hospital to comply. Even if the technicians are still alive, by some miracle, Hunter thought as he quickly scanned the list of zeros on the inventory list, our transplant options are virtually nonexistent.

The hospital staff members all assembled again in the office at the appointed time. While they waited for the director, they groused about the shortages and their inability to perform their required functions. “I have five robot orderlies out of service now,” said the operations chief, “waiting for parts. And Mars can give me no schedule for when they might arrive.... I have been delivering meals MYSELF for the last two months.”

The director was almost ten minutes late for the meeting. When he arrived, he looked even more wan than usual. “Our crisis is over,” he announced with a heavy sigh. “The two technicians are dead. They are being transported to the crematorium.”

He paused and looked at his staff. “I have decided we’re going to prepare a report for the mayor’s office anyway. I want him to know how ill-equipped we are at present to deal with any similar kind of emergency.” He forced a smile. “Not that it will do any good — I’m afraid the needs of an outpost hospital are not very important when compared with a possible war — but I couldn’t live with myself if I said nothing.”

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    The competition between the Federal Space Independent Colonies (FSIC) and the United Democratic Space Colonies (UDSC) over control of the solar system is fierce. However, Covington Fellowship winner Hunter Blake is oblivious to the goings-on as he sees the scholarship providing him an easy ride to the top of society. His girlfriend Tehani Wilawa pays off her deceased father¿s enormous debt by earning her living hooking at the popular Sybaris pleasure palace. Even with her financial problems, Tehani enjoys the indulgences of the privileged. <P>Because of the dispute between the FSIC and UDSC, pirates have begun to successfully roam space. One such band abducts Hunter and Tehani. Soon the duo begins to question their lifestyle. Is this the case of a taste of true freedom not all it is cracked up to be or just the Stockholm Effect? <P> THE TRANQUILITY WARS is a coming of age science fiction novel that pulls the rug out from underneath the reader, helps the fan back up, and re-pulls the rug again reminiscent of Lucy and the football. The story line is entertaining, but action aficionados need to understand that the war is tranquil on this novel. The brilliant Hunter is the star of the tale, but in spite of his obvious superior intellect, he is one dumb stud when it comes to females and clearly no Buck Rogers. Gentry Lee provides an intriguing comparative social systems tale of competing ways of life in the twenty-fifth century. <P>Harriet Klausner

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