Nancy Kress returns with If Tomorrow Comes, the sequel of Tomorrow's Kin, part of an all-new hard science fiction trilogy based on a Nebula Award-winning novella
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Ten years after the Aliens left Earth, humanity succeeds in building a ship, Friendship, to follow them home to Kindred. Aboard are a crew of scientists, diplomats, and a squad of Rangers to protect them. But when the Friendship arrives, they find nothing they expected. No interplanetary culture, no industrial baseand no cure for the spore disease.
A timeslip in the apparently instantaneous travel between worlds has occurred and far more than ten years have passed.
Once again scientists find themselves in a race against time to save humanity and their kind from a deadly virus while a clock of a different sort runs down on a military solution no less deadly to all. Amid devastation and plague come stories of heroism and sacrifice and of genetic destiny and free choice, with its implicit promise of conscious change.
The Yesterday's Kin Trilogy
If Tomorrow Comes
About the Author
Nancy Kress is the author of thirty-three books, including twenty-six novels, four collections of short stories, and three books on writing. Her work has won six Nebulas, two Hugos, a Sturgeon, and the John W. Campbell Memorial Award. Kress’s work has been translated into two dozen languages, including Klingon, none of which she can read. Kress lives in Seattle with her husband, writer Jack Skillingstead, and Cosette, the world’s most spoiled toy poodle.
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"I'm here," Leo Brodie said, slinging his regulation duffel onto the bunk and following it with his rifle, ammo, and dope log. "Christ on a cracker, I'm really here!"
He didn't expect an answer; the five-by-seven sleeping cubicle on the USS Friendship was empty. Flawless gray walls made of God-knows-what, human-designed wall screen, storage drawers underneath the two-foot-wide bunk — it all left Leo a strip of deck two feet wide to stand in. He'd been in more cramped spaces, but not for a while.
The knock on the door was expected. Leo flung it open. Owen Lamont stood in the narrow passageway. Leo flung his arms around him. "Owen! You're the one who got me here!"
Owen detached himself; too late, Leo remembered Owen's dislike of being touched. "Yeah, and now that you are here, we have rules you need to follow."
"Always," Leo said. "How did you —"
Owen shoved Leo aside, crowded into the room, and closed the door.
"— pull it off, Owen? My orders only came through yesterday; I was on transport all night. I'm not —"
"Not Seventy-Fifth, no. But you're still the best damn marksman in the entire Army. Could come in handy on Kindred."
"That's what they call World now? Fuck, every planet is a world!"
"That's why they call it Kindred. Don't you ever access the news?"
"No," Leo said. "Too depressing. Christ, it's good to see you! But why do you need the best damn marksman in the entire Army? You expecting trouble on Kindred?"
"Nobody knows." Owen's thin, deeply sunburned face lost its grin. "It's terra incognita, bro."
"Tara Inca Nina — Mayan girl. I knew her in Peru."
"The Incas weren't Mayan and the Mayans weren't in Peru."
"Whatever. God, it's good to see your overly educated ass again, Owen!" "Lieutenant Lamont. Try to remember."
Leo mocked a salute and hugged Owen again. This was his best friend in the world, and fuck all those people who said they made a weird pair: exuberant upcountry Leo and serious, prep-school Owen with the most deadly skills in the elite Seventy-Fifth Regiment of the US Army Rangers.
They'd met in the Ranger Assessment and Selection Program at Fort Bening. Leo had been sent on recommendation of his CO in Brazil, as a result of Leo's hitting a target with the M107A1 sniper rifle at 2,100 meters. It had been a Holy Grail shot, straight-up luck, although it was true that he had the ability to nudge a little more out of his weapon than normal. Kentucky windage and Tennessee elevation. He had finished RASP and gone on to Ranger School, the most physically and mentally demanding leadership school in the Army. There he had washed out during the mountain phase of training — well, not washed out, exactly, but the details were too embarrassing to think about. Leo was good at not thinking about things.
Owen, in contrast, had finished Ranger School, winning the William O. Darby Award for Distinguished Honor Graduate, and had joined the Seventy-Fifth. The Ranger tab gleamed on the upper left shoulder of his uniform. Since then he'd served in the Mideast and in the Panama Canal Food Wars, earning a Silver Star for valor under fire. Leo had been sent on a second tour in Brazil, but for the last two months he'd basically sat on his butt at Joint Base Lewis–McChord in Seattle, watching deployment after deployment kank as various political situations changed.
Leo said, "So how many troops aboard?"
"Six? That's all? And you're expecting enough trouble for the Army to send a Ranger squad and request a sniper?"
"Nobody's expecting anything," Owen said with exaggerated patience. "That's the point, Leo. We have no idea what will happen on Kindred. But Colonel Matthews had to fight to get even six. It's a tiny ship, only twenty-one berths. Not our choice."
The ship's size, Leo knew, had been the aliens' choice, along with everything else about the Friendship. She had been built from plans left by the Denebs (who weren't from Deneb — Leo remembered that much) in exchange for — well, Leo didn't exactly understand what, but it had to do with biology and the spore cloud and the vaccines and other scientific shit. Apparently the Deneb ship, which had gone back to World — no, to Kindred — had been just as small, although he didn't know why.
He returned to what was comprehensible and immediate. "This Colonel Matthews — a good guy?"
"Yes. Did RASP five times."
"Impressive." Officers of the Seventy-Fifth didn't coast on old training; each time they were promoted, they had to do the assessment program all over again. The Seventy-Fifth had no overweight, out-of-shape leaders. "Who else do we have?"
"Three Rangers and you. Enlisted are Private First Class Mason Kandiss, Specialist Miguel Flores, and Specialist Zoe Berman."
"A girl Ranger?"
"One of only three and the only one with combat experience. Bomb expert. Don't look like that. She's off-limits, Leo."
Leo smiled. "Just fucking with you."
Leo nodded; he'd expected this. Everything in Owen's manner had just changed, from facial expression to body posture; the informal reunion was over. Owen was an officer and from now on that would be the relationship. Leo didn't mind. He'd rather serve under Owen — and this unknown colonel, since Owen vouched for him — than anyone else in the entire United States Army. He nodded again, to show Owen he'd gotten the message, and said, "Sir, can I ask who else is aboard?"
"Five ship's crew, all Navy under Captain Lewis, six scientists, and four diplomats led by the US ambassador to Kindred, Maria Gonzalez. Colonel Matthews has ordered fall-in at thirteen hours."
Owen smiled, reluctantly. "Well, that's a problem. Besides personal quarters, the ship's got the bridge, the common area you came through when you boarded, a storage bay full of supplies, and behind that an area that is wardroom and gym now — we share it with the Navy — and will be a laboratory on Kindred. It's crammed with lab benches and exercise equipment and a big foldable table. But it's all we have. Be there at thirteen hours."
Owen — from now on and at all times, Lieutenant Lamont — left. Leo stowed his gear.
He didn't even feel it when the Friendship lifted, smooth as a dancer. If the wall screen hadn't suddenly blossomed into a view of Earth rapidly falling away, Leo wouldn't have known that liftoff had occurred. No strapping in, nothing — damn, that alien tech was something! And thanks to Owen, Leo was here. Really, really here.
Going to the stars.
* * *
What the hell was she doing here?
Marianne Jenner already knew the answer to that. All the answers, actually. She was, officially, Ambassador Gonzalez's assistant, the only one aboard who had actually met any Worlders. (No, Kindreders? The name change was beyond stupid, even for a government PR move.) She was, officially, the geneticist who had helped create the vaccine against R. sporii (only she hadn't, not really — other team members had done that). She was, officially, the person who had saved the Friendship (when it had been the privately built Venture) from destruction by the Russian ship bent on revenge, and so averted a war. She was, officially, the only one on ship with a family member on World. On Kindred. Whatever.
All that made her practically a national icon, at least for many people. Others hated her passionately. Marianne distrusted both groups.
Unofficially, much as she wanted to see Noah again (had it really been ten years since her son left Earth?), she was ambivalent about this expedition. The Kindred expedition to Terra had resulted in much good, yes, but also in the destruction of entire economies. Was Ambassador Gonzalez charged by the US government with anything other than establishing diplomatic and trade relations with Kindred? Over half the passengers were armed military personnel, both Army and Navy, with, she suspected, much more serious weapons in storage. Not to mention ways the spaceship itself might have been weaponized; the basic alien plans that Earth had been given covered only the hull and mysterious drives. Marianne distrusted the military. She especially distrusted military going to a peaceful planet that had not seen war in thousands of years. Why were Colonel Matthews and his men along?
There was a general meeting scheduled for the common area at 1:00 p.m. Meetings, in Marianne's experience, usually ended up 90 percent chaff to 10 percent wheat. Still, 10 percent wasn't nothing. She would go to the meeting. As soon as she had a nap. Liftoff wasn't for another hour, and she had not slept well last night.
* * *
Dr. Salah Bourgiba, biologist and ship's physician, watched the liftoff on the big screen in the common area, along with the other scientists and the diplomatic corps. Ambassador Maria Gonzalez sat beside him, her gaze intent on the screen, her face unreadable. Salah had no idea what was going on in her mind, although he knew everything there was to know about her body, medical history, and genome. He knew everything there was to know about all their bodies. Salah had long ago gotten used to the double vision demanded of doctors in social situations: "Oh, what did you think of that movie?" and I hope she's had that mole on her neck checked out.
Unlike the twenty-one bodies aboard, the ship itself was a mystery to Salah — and to everyone else, even the engineers who had built her. They might all just as well be flying on a magic carpet. Physicists and materials experts were still fighting about why the dark-matter drive worked, and the fights were vicious and public. Salah knew this because he read and spoke five languages, which was one reason he and not another physician sat here now, watching the Earth dwindle to a blue-and-white marble in a black sky. He picked up languages as easily as a dark suit picked up lint, and after studying recordings of Kindese (awkward name) for months, he was pretty sure he could translate for the other scientists and those diplomats who did not speak the language. Tend their bodies, aid their jobs — he was a full-service provider.
Except maybe for himself.
Studying his fellow adventurers, Salah thought that the least understandable thing about the Friendship might be the way that all twenty-one aboard her had just accepted liftoff. No gees pressing anyone down, no rocket boosters, no course corrections, no weightlessness. After five short test flights, everyone just accepted this miracle, this living room with fake-leather easy chairs and giant-screen TV moving through space, this alien technology out of The Arabian Nights by way of Apollo's chariot, as the new normal. The adaptability of humans dazzled Salah.
Ostensibly, the rest of the trip should be equally painless. The humans on Kindred had, after all, practically invited Terrans to visit, by giving them the spaceship plans. In fact, they probably expected Terrans earlier than ten years after the Kindred ship departed Earth. And by now the Kindred, having technology so much more advanced than anything on Terra, would have not only perfected the vaccine it took Earth years to create, but also vaccinated everyone against R. sporii. The planet had only one continent, one culture, a carefully controlled population, peace and plenty. Kindred would not suffer the devastation that had ravaged Earth when the spore cloud had hit, and they would be welcoming hosts to this small, unthreatening Terran delegation.
So why did Salah feel such unease?
Let this go well, insha'Allah.
* * *
Leo stood at attention until Colonel Matthews said, "Stand down." Leo relaxed his stance, at least as much as possible in a "wardroom" so crowded with stuff that the six representatives of the United States Army barely had room to stand between the table and the wall.
"Sit," Matthews said, and Leo blinked. Enlisted men didn't usually sit with officers. But, as Owen had already told him, this mission wasn't usual. Leo sat.
Matthews was old, maybe in his forties, but he looked like the kind of CO you could trust. Gray hair cut very short, pale blue eyes. That the other five soldiers were Rangers put Leo at a disadvantage, but he didn't detect any condescension from Matthews. Only — why was the CO wearing glasses? Eyesight had to be lens-free to qualify for the Seventy-Fifth.
Owen didn't look at Leo, and Leo didn't try to catch his eye. Lieutenant Lamont was second in command here. Leo didn't look at Specialist Zoe Berman, either, having been told not to, but he'd had a glimpse anyway — wow. Flores and Kandiss, like everybody else, were expressionless.
Where were the Navy guys? At the other meeting, probably, which raised some questions. Who was in charge of this mission, Army or Navy?
Matthews said, "This is an informal briefing to supplement what you've already been told, so feel free to ask questions. Our mission here is to guard and defend this ship and everyone on it. Because this is a diplomatic mission, ultimate authority rests with Ambassador Gonzalez, whose orders you will obey without question."
That answers that.
"The captain of this vessel, Captain Lewis, has final say over everything connected with the ship while we are in space. Once we are on the ground, command reverts to me unless and until we return to space. If Captain Lewis is incapacitated in space, his executive officer, Ms. Fielding, is in charge. If both are incapacitated, then command reverts to me, not to the other Navy personnel aboard. Is everyone clear on the chain of command?"
"Yes, sir!" from five throats.
"If I am incapacitated —"
Leo listened, but he wasn't perturbed. Such talk was just the sort of thing the Army, especially Rangers, did: anticipate trouble. This was a trade mission to a friendly planet. Their main job was to guard the diplomats and scientists against any stray crazy, defuse any situation like that without killing anybody if they could help it, and look impressive in dress uniform.
Although — why Rangers, then, instead of the usual Marine honor guard for diplomats? Rangers were a direct-action special operations raid force. And why a crack marksman taking up one valuable berth that could have been used for another scientist or Washington bigwig?
Leo didn't think he was going to get answers to any of that, but he couldn't help mulling over the questions. What the hell sort of trouble was expected on Kindred?
* * *
"We do not, of course, anticipate any trouble," Maria Gonzalez said. She stood at the front of the common room, the most spacious area on the Friendship, addressing the twelve people in easy chairs or seated around the small tables. Two Navy personnel, Executive Officer Anna Fielding and crewman Robert Ritter, were on the bridge, although Marianne couldn't imagine what they were doing there, since the ship pretty much flew itself and no one, including Engineer Volker, understood how. Maybe the Navy personnel were talking to Earth while they still could. The Army people were holding their own briefing.
Ambassador Gonzalez was forty-nine, a tall and elegant woman with black hair worn in a chignon. As the first-ever ambassadorial appointee to another planet, she carried enormous responsibility to make the mission go well, which she bore without apparent anxiety or doubt. The woman radiated a confidence that Marianne envied.
"If I repeat information you already know, please forgive me," Gonzalez said. Her smile was charming, if a little practiced. "We don't know much about how this ship functions, but our Kindred cousins" — a carefully chosen term, Marianne guessed, to remind everyone that the Kindred were human — "have shared their own experience with their ship. The star drive bequeathed to them — and now to us! — is best pictured with space as a piece of cloth. A handkerchief, perhaps. We are at one corner. The drive 'folds up' space until we touch the opposite corner, unfolds, and there we are. The Kindred said that about a week passed aboard ship while this metaphorical folding occurred, although when they sent their first ship — because as you all know, they had built two — and went to their ill-fated colony planet, the folding took only a few hours. So it does seem dependent on distance."
Marianne was not used to people who spoke in such long, grammatically correct sentences with so many dependent clauses, varied with punchier short sentences. Admirable, if slightly theatrical. Gonzalez was a pro.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Ahoy me mateys! I loved book two more than the first book! In this version ye get to read about the alien’s home planet, World, and what happens when a diplomatic mission from Earth arrives there. The most I can give ye without spoilers . . . craziness! I absolutely loved readin’ about World’s culture and how the humans from Earth are completely wrong about what it would be like. One of the best things is that assumptions that ye make after readin’ book one are turned upside down! I actually adore the alien planet. I have to admit that I would like to visit World and experience it meself. The focus on this book is culture clash and culture change. It is told through several different perspectives this time. I adored a new character named Leo and the rest of his gang. I couldn’t stand a character named Austin who I think was let off too lightly. We also get to follow Marianne from the last book too. The mix was excellent. There is also a lot of science in this one too but once again the book is mostly character driven. I have to say that I found the readin’ experience to be so engaging that I stay up into the wee hours of the morn to find out how it ended. I need to know what happens in book three immediately! Good thing I already have it. Onward to the final book. Arrrr!
Thank you to Tor for sending me this book for free in exchange for my honest review. The sequel to Tomorrow's Kin didn’t disappoint. Kress kept it fresh with a new setting and some new characters, but a few familiar faces turn up. Dr. Jenner joins the crew of the Friendship on the first expedition to Kindred, known as World by the people who inhabit it, the planet the “aliens” came from over a decade ago. Disaster strikes before Dr. Jenner and the rest of the crew can reach World however. Once on the planet, the punches don’t stop coming – rather than the high-tech, advanced society they assumed the people of Kindred possessed, the Terrans find a simplified society and tech even less developed than that of Earth. This poses a problem for the people of Kindred, as the spore cloud that wreaked so much havoc on Earth is headed there way. Despite using the intelligence of the scientists of Earth when they visited, the people of Kindred have not developed a vaccine to the spores that will most likely destroy most of their population. Much like the first book, the majority of the story takes place in a lab and revolves around a team trying to develop a vaccine. Unlike the first book, the scientists are dealing with limited tech and resources and find themselves amid a group of hostile natives and “protected” by a small troop of trigger-happy Rangers. The tension is much higher in this book and we get a look at the lifestyle and society of the people of Kindred. I enjoyed some of the new characters and was annoyed by others and I think this added to the tension that Kress created. Once more, I feel like I shouldn’t say much about what happens in the book. A) You need to read Tomorrow’s Kin first and B) the details are best discovered through reading. The plot continued to take unexpected turns and I was once again very involved in Dr. Jenner’s lives, as well as some of the other characters. I don’t want to say that not a lot happens in these books, because I’m sure if I broke down the major scenes, a lot happens. But it feels like Kress accomplishes a lot of character development and action within a limited amount of scenes or environments. Really, I’m not quite sure what I’m saying – surprising none of you. Let me just repeat that I enjoyed this sequel. I think it’s as solid as the first! The book ends with a cliffhanger (a…spacehanger?) and I can’t wait to read more. Whereas the first book focused a lot on environmental science and political tension, this book centers more around medical science and social tension. There are some similar themes that certainly link the two books together, but nothing felt stale or repeated. If you haven’t yet started this series and any of this sounds interesting to you, I strongly suggest you pick it up!