Shipstar: A Science Fiction Novel

Shipstar: A Science Fiction Novel

by Gregory Benford, Larry Niven

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ISBN-13: 9780765367129
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 03/03/2015
Series: Bowl of Heaven , #2
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 496
Sales rank: 362,631
Product dimensions: 4.18(w) x 6.85(h) x 1.29(d)

About the Author

GREGORY BENFORD is professor of physics at the University of California, Irvine, and lives in Irvine. Benford is a winner of the United Nations Medal for Literature, and the Nebula Award for his classic novel Timescape.

LARRY NIVEN is the author of the Ringworld series and many other science fiction masterpieces. His Beowulf's Children, coauthored with Jerry Pournelle and Steven Barnes, was a New York Times bestseller. He lives in Chatsworth, California.

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Memor glimpsed the fleeing primates, a narrow view seen through the camera on one of the little mobile probes. Simian shapes cavorted and capered among the understory of the Mirror Zone, making their way to—what? Apparently, to the local express station of mag-rail. Very well. She had them now, then. Memor clashed her teeth in celebration, and tossed a squirming small creature into her mouth, crunching it with relish.

These somewhat comic Late Invaders were scrambling about, anxious. They seemed dreadfully confused, too. One would have expected more of ones who had arrived via a starship, with an interstellar ram of intriguing design. But as well, they had escaped in their scampering swift way. And, alas, the other gang of them had somehow evaded Memor’s attempt to kill them, when they made contact with a servant species, the Sil. So they had a certain small cleverness, true.

Enough of these irritants! She would have to concentrate and act quickly to bring them to heel. “Vector to intercept,” Memor ordered her pilot. Their ship surged with a thrumming roar. Memor sat back and gave a brief clacking flurry of fan-signals expressing relief.

Memor called up a situation graphic to see if anything had changed elsewhere. Apparently not. The Late Invader ramship was still maneuvering near the Bowl, keeping beneath the defensive weapons along the rim. From their electromagnetic emissions, clearly they monitored their two small groups of Late Invaders that were running about the Bowl. But their ship made no move to directly assist them. Good. They were wisely cautious. It would be interesting to take their ship apart, in good time, and see how the primates had engineered its adroit aspects.

Memor counted herself fortunate that the seeking probe had now found this one group, running through the interstices behind the mirror section. She watched vague orange blobs that seemed to be several simians and something more, as well: tentacular shapes, just barely glimpsed. These shapes must be some variety of underspecies, wiry and quick. Snakes?

The ship vibrated under her as Memor felt a summoning signal—Asenath called, her irritating chime sounding in Memor’s mind. She had to take the call, since the Wisdom Chief was Memor’s superior. Never a friend, regrettably. Something about Asenath kept it that way.

Asenath was life-sized on the viewing wall, giving a brilliant display of multicolored feathers set in purple urgency and florid, rainbow rage. “Memor! Have you caught the Late Invaders?”

“Almost.” Memor kept her own feather-display submissive, though with a fringe of fluttering orange jubilance. “Very nearly. I can see them now. The primate named ‘Beth’ has a group, including the one I’ve trained to talk. I’m closing on them. They have somehow mustered some allies, but I am well armed.”

Asenath made a rebuke display, slow and sardonic. “This group you let escape, yes?”

“Well, yes, they made off while I was attending to—”

“So they are the escaped, I take it. I cannot attend to every detail, but this was a plain failure, Attendant Astute Astronomer. They eluded you.”

Memor suppressed her irritation. Asenath always used full titles to intimidate and assert superiority—usually, as now, with a fan-rattle. “Only for a short while, Wisdom Chief. I had also to contend with the other escaped primates, you may recall, Your Justness.”

“Give up everything else and get us that primate who can talk! We need it. Don’t fire on them. If they die, you die.”

Memor had to control her visible reaction. No feather-display, head motionless. “Wisdom Chief? What has changed?”

No answer. Asenath’s feather-display flickered with a reflexive blush of fear, just before she faded.

She was hiding something … but what? Memor would have to learn, but not now. She glanced at the detection screen, ignoring her pilot. Beth’s group had disappeared into a maze of machinery. There were heat traces in several spots, leading … toward the docks. Yes! Toward another escape.

There had been six of these Late Invaders when they escaped. Now the heat traces found only five, plus some slithering profiles of another species. Had one died or gone astray? These were a social species, on the diffuse hierarchy model, so it was unlikely they had simply abandoned one of their kind.

“Veest Blad,” she said to the pilot, “make for the docks. We’ll intercept them there. Fast.

 

Copyright © 2014 by Gregory Benford and Larry Niven

Table of Contents

Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Acknowledgments,
Cast of Characters, Common Terms,
Part I: Essential Error,
Part II: Sunny Slaughterhouse,
Part III: Status Opera,
Part IV: Sending Superman,
Part V: Mirror Flowers,
Part VI: The Deep,
Part VII: Crunchy Insects,
Part VIII: Counterthreat,
Part IX: On the Run,
Part X: Stone Mind,
Part XI: Double-Edged Sword, No Handle,
Part XII: The Word of Cambronne,
Part XIII: The Diaphanous,
Part XIV: Memory's Flickering Light,
Afterword: Big Smart Objects,
I. How We Built the Books,
II. Fun with High Tech,
III. Bowl Design,
Books by Gregory Benford and Larry Niven,
About the Authors,
Copyright,

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Shipstar: A Science Fiction Novel 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I realize these two author's are master's of the syfi universe however I could not buy into the plot or some of the main characters. First their were the "Folk", aliens who were described as birds with human characteristics. I could only think of Big Bird from Sesame Street. Secondly, The "BOWL" I could not get my head around. The science the Authors used didn't make sense and there was never any explanation of how the "Jet Stream", perhaps a better term would have been, solar wind could go through the centerpiece of the BOWL and avoid sucking all the life out of it. Overall this was a disappointment and a waste of my time and money.
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