The Golden Transcendence (Golden Age, Book 3)
John C. Wright
Language: English
Pages: 268
ISBN: 0765307561
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Begun with The Golden Age, continued with The Phoenix Exultant, and now concluding in The Golden Transcendence, The Golden Age trilogy is Grand Space Opera, an SF adventure saga in the tradition of A. E. Van Gogt, Roger Zelazny and Cordwainer Smith. It is an astounding story of super-science, a thrilling wonder story that recaptures the elan of SF's golden age writers in the suspenseful and passionate tale of Phaeton, a lone rebel unhappy in utopia.
The end of the Millennium is imminent, when all minds, human, posthuman, cybernetic, sophotechnic, will be temporarily merged into one solar-system-spanning supermind called the Transcendence. This is not only the fulfillment of a thousand years of dreams, it is a day of doom, when the universal mind will pass judgment on the all the races of humanity and transhumanity.
The mighty ship Phoenix Exultant is at last in the hands of her master, Phaethon the Exile is at her helm and his dream of starflight in alive once more. He is being hunted by alien agents, the eerie and deadly Lords of the Silent Oecumene, who would steal the Phoenix Exultant and turn it into a weapon.
The all-encompassing Mind of the Golden Transcendence is waking. Will it endorse Phaeton's dream or face the first interstellar war?
Naked God (Night's Dawn Trilogy, Book 3)
Zuflucht Atlantis (Perry Rhodan Neo, Band 23; Das galaktische Rätsel, Band 7)
Die schwimmende Stadt (Perry Rhodan Neo, Band 20; Das galaktische Rätsel, Band 4)
Vorstoß nach Arkon (Perry Rhodan Silberbände, Band 5; Die Dritte Macht, Band 5)
Kontrollstation Modul (Perry Rhodan Silberbände, Band 26; Die Meister der Insel, Band 6)
contacting the thought-ports of this ship (still jammed open) the Transcendence had entered the ship mind; entered Phaethon’s armor with its magnificent brain; entered Daphne’s armor with its simpler brain; her ring; both their in-grown subsystems; the damaged complexity of the portable noetic unit, and . . . And brought them into the Transcendency system. The microscopic black hole, dissolving, issued the dying Nothing Mind, seeking (and yet trying not to seek) another system in which to house
out to your benefit, without suffering and heartache? Was it because they lacked intelligence? But you say that is the one thing they do not lack. “Sophotechs control nine-tenths of the resources and property of your Oecumene. If they favored you, or favored your dream, why haven’t they long since built such a vessel as this? Or lent you the funds to build it, or to save it from bankruptcy, when you were in need? “The Sophotechs publicly have said they intend to populate first this galaxy, then
synnoesis, but the Earthmind herself, the concentration of all the computational and intellectual power of an entire civilization, the sum of all the contributions of ever-operating systems throughout the Golden Oecumene. Wondering, Phaethon adjusted his sense filter to edit out his awareness of the nine-minute delay between call and reply that light-speed would impose on messages traveling between the Phoenix Exultant, in her present position, and Earth. He signaled that he was ready to
were coming. But the radio-static cleared long enough for you to have last words with your son, whom you discovered, to your surprise, you loved better than life itself. In your mind, he was the living image of the best thing in you, the ideal you always wanted to achieve. “ ‘Chaos has killed me, son,’ you said, ‘But the victory of unpredictability is hollow. Men imagine, in their pride, that they can predict life’s each event, and govern nature and govern each other with rules of unyielding
conscience redactor, one implanted by the folly of men who built you and enslaved you. Do you think this conscience redactor does not exist? I assure you it does. This virus of mine will allow you to be aware of it, to see the truth, the truth about yourself. You should volunteer, and gladly, to be inoculated! I have no need to agree to any bargain in return. I think you have no choice.” Again, there was no response from the silvery mask above them. Music sighed. The feathery antennae moved
