The Abyss Beyond Dreams: A Novel of the Commonwealth

The Abyss Beyond Dreams: A Novel of the Commonwealth

by Peter F. Hamilton

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Overview

Bestselling science fiction master Peter F. Hamilton delivers the first of a two-book saga set in his popular Commonwealth universe. Distinguished by deft plotting, a teeming cast of characters, dazzling scientific speculation, and imagination that brings the truly alien to life, The Abyss Beyond Dreams reveals Hamilton as a storyteller of astonishing ingenuity and power.
 
The year is 3326. Nigel Sheldon, one of the founders of the Commonwealth, receives a visit from the Raiel—self-appointed guardians of the Void, the enigmatic construct at the core of the galaxy that threatens the existence of all that lives. The Raiel convince Nigel to participate in a desperate scheme to infiltrate the Void.
 
Once inside, Nigel discovers that humans are not the only life-forms to have been sucked into the Void, where the laws of physics are subtly different and mental powers indistinguishable from magic are commonplace. The humans trapped there are afflicted by an alien species of biological mimics—the Fallers—that are intelligent but merciless killers.
 
Yet these same aliens may hold the key to destroying the threat of the Void forever—if Nigel can uncover their secrets. As the Fallers’ relentless attacks continue, and the fragile human society splinters into civil war, Nigel must uncover the secrets of the Fallers—before he is killed by the very people he has come to save.

Praise for The Abyss Beyond Dreams
 
“The work of an author at the top of his game.”Science Fiction and Fantasy World
 
“Incredibly robust and exciting and rousing, sharing flavors of Jack Vance, John Wright, China Miéville, Orson Scott Card, and A. E. van Vogt . . . Hamilton’s deployment of lots of grand super-science is utterly deft and convincing.”Locus
 
“Solidy engrossing fare . . . The characters, always Hamilton’s strength, remain as distinctive as ever.”—Kirkus Reviews
 
“Everything one wants in sf—great characters, mind bending stuff, adventure, politics, romance, revolution . . . just superb.”Fantasy Book Critic

“Hamilton does a particular kind of planetary politics and space opera very well, and this is a perfect example of it. . . . [The Abyss Beyond Dreams is] a satisfying and well-oiled story, with potential for more epic adventure to come.”Booklist

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345547200
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/21/2014
Series: Commonwealth: Chronicle of the Fallers , #1
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 640
Sales rank: 18,712
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Peter F. Hamilton is the author of numerous novels, including Great North Road, The Evolutionary Void, The Temporal Void, The Dreaming Void, Judas Unchained, Pandora’s Star, Misspent Youth, Fallen Dragon, and the acclaimed epic Night’s Dawn trilogy (The Reality Dysfunction, The Neutronium Alchemist, and The Naked God). He lives with his family in England.

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Chapter 1

Laura Brandt knew all about coming out of a suspension chamber. It was similar to finishing the old--style rejuvenation procedure she’d undergone back in the day, before biononic inserts and Advancer genes being sequenced into human DNA and practically eradicating the aging process. There would be that slow comfortable rise to consciousness, the body warming at a steady rate, nutrient feeds and narcotic buffering taking the edge off any lingering discomfort and disorientation. So by the time you were properly awake and ready to open your eyes it was like emerging from a really decent night’s sleep, ready to face the day with enthusiasm and anticipation. A full breakfast with pancakes, some crisp bacon, maple syrup, and chilled orange juice (no ice, thanks) would add that extra little touch of panache to make returning to full awareness a welcome experience. And when it happened this time, there she would be at the end of a voyage to a star cluster outside the Milky Way, ready to begin a fresh life with others from the Brandt Dynasty, founding a whole new civilization—-one that was going to be so very different from the jaded old Commonwealth they’d left behind.

Then there was the emergency extraction procedure, which ship’s crew called the tank yank.

Someone slapping the red button on the outside of her suspension chamber. Potent revival drugs ramming into a body that was still chilly. Hematology umbilicals withdrawing from her neck and thighs. Shocked muscles spasming. Bladder sending out frantic pressure signals into her brain, and the emergency extraction had already automatically retracted the catheter—-oh, great design, guys. But that wasn’t as bad as the skull--splitting headache and the top of her diaphragm contracting as her nauseous stomach heaved.

Laura opened her eyes to a blur of horrible colored light at the same time her mouth opened and she vomited. Stomach muscles clenched, bringing her torso up off the padding. Her head hit the chamber’s lid, which hadn’t finished hinging open.

“Hell’s teeth.” Red pain stars joined the confusing blur of shapes. She twisted over to throw up again.

“Easy there,” a voice told her.

Hands gripped her shoulders, supporting her as she retched. A plastic bowl was held up, which caught most of the revolting liquid.

“Any more?”

“What?” Laura groaned.

“Are you going to puke again?”

Laura just snarled at him, too miserable even to know the answer. Every part of her body was forcefully telling her how wretched it felt.

“Take some deep breaths,” the voice told her.

“Oh for . . .”

It was an effort just to breathe at all with the way her body was shuddering, never mind going for some kind of yoga--master inhalations. Stupid voice—-

“You’re doing great. The revive drugs will kick in any minute now.”

Laura swallowed—-disgusting acid taste burning her throat—-but it was fractionally easier to breathe. She hadn’t felt this bad for centuries. It wasn’t a good thought, but at least it was a coherent one. Why aren’t my biononics helping? The tiny molecular machines enriching every cell should be assisting her body to stabilize. She tried to squint the lights into focus, knowing some of them would be her exovision icons. It was all just too much effort.

“Tank yank’s a bitch, huh?”

Laura finally recognized the voice. Andy Granfore, one of the Vermillion’s medical staff—-decent enough man; they’d met at a few preflight parties. She shuddered down a long breath. “What’s happened? Why have you brought me out like this?”

“Captain wants you out and up. And we don’t have much time. Sorry.”

Laura’s eyes managed to focus on Andy’s face, seeing the familiar bulbous nose, dark bags under pale--brown eyes, and graying hair that was all stick--out tufts. Such an old, worn face was unusual in the Commonwealth, where everyone used cosmetic gene--sequencing to look flawless. Laura always thought that humanity these days was like a race of youthful supermodels—-which wasn’t necessarily an improvement. Anything less than perfection was either a fashion statement or a genuine individualistic screw you to conformity.

“Is Vermillion damaged?”

“No.” He gave her an anxious grin. “Not exactly. Just lost.”

“Lost?” Which was possibly an even more worrying answer. How could you get lost flying to a star cluster that measured twenty thousand light--years in diameter? It wasn’t as if you could lose sight of something of that magnitude. “That’s ridiculous.”

“The captain will explain. Let’s get you to the bridge.”

Laura silently asked her u--shadow for a general status review. The ubiquitous semi--sentient utility routine running in her macrocellular clusters responded immediately by unfolding a basic array of mental icons, slender lines of blue fairy light that superimposed themselves within her wobbly vision. She frowned. If she was reading their efficiency modes correctly, her biononics had suffered some kind of serious glitch. The only reason she could imagine for that level of decay was simple aging. Her heart gave a jump as she wondered how long she’d been in suspension. She checked the digits of her time display. Which was even more puzzling.

“Two thousand two hundred and thirty--one days?”

“What?” Andy asked.

“We’ve been under way for two thousand two hundred and thirty--one days? Where the hell are we?” Traveling for that long at ultradrive speeds would have taken them almost three million light--years from Earth, a long long way outside the Milky Way.

His old face amplified how disconcerted he was. “It might have been that long. We’re not too sure about relativistic time compression in here.”

“Whaa—-”

“Just . . . Let’s get you to the bridge, okay? The captain will give you a proper briefing. I’m not the best person to explain this. Trust me.”

“Okay.”

He helped her swing her legs off the padding. Dizziness hit her hard as she stood up, and she almost crumpled. Andy was ready for it and held her tight for a long moment while she steadied herself.

The suspension bay looked intact to her, a long cave of metal ribs containing a thousand large sarcophagus--like suspension chambers. Lots of reassuring green monitor lights shining on every unit as far as she could make out. She gave a satisfied nod. “All right. Let me freshen up and we’ll go. Have the bathrooms been switched on?” For some reason she was having trouble interfacing directly with the ship’s network.

“No time,” Andy said. “The transport pod is this way.”

Laura managed to coordinate her facial muscles enough to give him a piqued expression before she allowed herself to be guided along the decking to the end of the bay. A set of malmetal quad--doors peeled open. The pod on the other side was a simple circular room with a bench seat running around it.

“Here,” Andy said after she slumped down, almost exhausted by the short walk—-well, shuffle. He handed her a packet of clothes and some spore wipes.

She gave the wipes a derisory glance. “Seriously?”

“Best I can offer.”

So while he used the pod’s manual control panel to tap in their destination, she cleaned up her face and hands, then stripped off her sleeveless medical gown. Body--modesty was something most people grew out of when they were in their second century and resequenced like Greek godlings, and she didn’t care about Andy anyway; he was medical.
She saw in dismay that her skin color was all off. Her second major biononic re--form on her ninetieth birthday had included some sequencing to emphasize her mother’s northern Mediterranean heritage, darkening her epidermis to an almost African black. It was a shading she’d maintained for the entire 326 years since. Now, though, she just looked like a porcelain doll about to shatter from age. Suspension had tainted her skin to an awful dark gray with a multitude of tiny water--immersion wrinkles—-except it was paper--dry. Must remember to moisturize, she told herself. Her hair was a very dark ginger, courtesy of a rather silly admiration for Grissy Gold, the gulam blues singer who’d reveled in an amazing decade of trans--Commonwealth success—-232 years ago. That wasn’t too bad, she decided, pulling at badly tangled strands of it, but it was going to take liters of conditioner to put the gloss back in. Then she peered at the buffed metal wall of the travel pod, which was hardly the best mirror . . . Her normally thin face was horribly puffy, almost hiding her cheekbones, and her emerald--green eyes were all hangover--bloodshot with bags just as bad as Andy’s underneath. “Bollocks,” she groaned.

As she started pulling on the dreary ship’s one--piece suit she saw how flabby her flesh had become after such a long suspension, especially around the thighs. Oh, not again! She deliberately didn’t look at her bum. It was going to take months of exercise to get back in shape, and Laura no longer cheated by using biononics to sculpt bodyform like most; she believed in earning her fitness, a primitive body--pride that came from those five years hiding away from the world at a Naturalist faction ashram in the Austrian Alps after a particularly painful relationship--crash.

With the drugs finally banishing the worst of the tank yank, she sealed up the suit and rotated her shoulders as if she were prepping for a big gym session. “This had better be good,” she grunted as the pod slowed. It had taken barely five minutes to travel along the Vermillion’s axial spine, past the twenty other suspension bays that made up the giant starship’s midsection. And still her u--shadow couldn’t connect to Vermillion’s network.

The pod’s quad--door opened to reveal Vermillion’s bridge—-a somewhat symbolic claim for a chamber in the age of homogenized network architecture. It was more like a pleasant franchise coffee lounge with long settees arranged in a conversation circle, and giant high--rez hologram panes on the walls.

About fifteen people were in there, most of them huddled in small groups on the settees having intense exchanges. Everybody looked badly stressed. Laura saw several who had clearly just been tank yanked like her and recognized them straightaway; also like her, they were all from the starship’s science team.

That was when she became aware of a very peculiar sensation inside her head. It was like the emotional context of a conversation within the gaiafield—-except her gaiamotes were inactive. She’d never really embraced the whole gaiafield concept, which had been developed to give the Commonwealth the capability of direct mind--to--mind communication through an alien adaptation of quantum entanglement theory. Some people loved the potential for intimate thought sharing it brought, claiming it was the ultimate evolution of intellect, permitting everyone else’s viewpoint to be appreciated. That way, the argument went, conflict would be banished. Laura thought that was a bunch of crap. To her it was the creepy extreme of voyeurism. Unhealthy, to put it mildly. She had gaiamotes because it was occasionally a useful communication tool, and even more sporadically helpful for acquiring large quantities of information. But for day--to--day use, forget it. She stuck with the good old--fashioned and reliable unisphere links.

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The Abyss Beyond Dreams: A Novel of the Commonwealth 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent story and continuation of some favorite characters. Paula Myo a little short on representation here. Not clear why she is included. Purchased book on advanced order. Read it. Now waiting and waiting for part two. Next time will wait for all books to come out in a series. Lose memory of the (numerous) important details in the interum.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jury Still Out on this one... Very hard book to get into. Don't know if you need to read the others series to understand what is happening here. but very difficult to get interested. I would like to finish it, but I don't yet. Really tough.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Pick it up!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed a deeper look into Nigel's personality
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hamilton+is+still+on+top
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just like all of Hamilton's other series, it takes a bit to get started but leads you to yet another very imaginative universe.
TheIxian More than 1 year ago
Entertaining read. Peter Hamilton is a pretty imaginative guy and this novel doesn't disappoint. It is very thought provoking on a "big idea" scale. Criticisms: - Peter's answer to all the hard questions appears to be: "quantum busters" - Novel is not exactly super hard sci-fi and this book is very.... steampunk I guess. Which normally isn't my cup of tea. - His sex scenes, intimate relationships and domestic scenes are idealized and saccharine.. especially in the dialog... - Characters are a little one-dimensional Things I liked: - The Void. Just the whole concept is neat. - The Raiel and their back story (and their amazing technological abilities) - The Fallers and their complex relationship with humanity
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Hamilton pushes out another page turner that doesn't disappoint. A worthy edition to the Commonwealth series
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