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Chapter One
Artas
Loneliness.
For five thousand years he had floated, balanced on the boundary of the real and the dream. Who am I? There were times when the question made no sense to him at all; and then there were those other times, when images came, pictures of a paradise so achingly real that he knew they must have been true once.
A meadow of gray-green grass. A breeze. A deep blue sky. A dark, mysterious sea. Clouds, too, silver clouds fringed with gilt and purple; the moon that danced and the moon that wept. A twisted tower wrapped in vines that writhed as they sucked the vapor from the rock.
Warmth. A warm body pressed against his. A warm feeling, racing through blood and tendon and tissue. A warm star bathing him in comforting radiance.
Where did these sensations come from? In the here and now, there was no warmth. The place he was in was cold. He knew it must be cold, even though he had no neurons with which to sense the cold; he had no bones to ache, no blood to freeze. But he still knew it must be cold, just as his barely conscious self was fueled by a memory of warmth, and he knew the absence of warmth to be called cold. He also knew he was not meant to remember this much.
Forget! Forget!
A stern voice. It reverberated within what must be his mind. He knew that the voice was there to be obeyed, that he had been created and programmed solely to show obedience to that voice, and that terrible things would happen if he listened to the other voices, the voices of warmth and comfort. He no longer remembered what those terrible things would be. Surely there was no worse punishment than this -- eternal exile from the warmth.
Forget these images! Concentrate on what you are now! What are you? Say it! the voice intoned.
I am vengeance, he answered, I am death.
Death, said the stern cold voice. And what do you bring?
I am the bringer of darkness. For five thousand years that conversation had played itself over and over in the sterile wasteland that was now his mind.
And what else do you bring?
Destruction.
And what else?
Death.
But what was death? Was this not death already, this endless journey through eternal cold, this sterile emptiness?
And how shall death come?
By fire.
But oh, he thought, how long until that fire? How long until that cataclysm shatters the frozen night? He longed for fire. Even though it might last only a minute before the end came, at least that fire would not be cold.
The fire will come soon enough, said the voice, at the end of the endless journey.
Once, he thought, I ran in the hills. The light of two suns -- a river of quicksilver -- the dark eyes of a soft-spoken woman, and --
I had a name once!
No more.
I think I can remember it -- I think I can --
Forget! Forget!
No! If I could only find the name -- if only I could find the key to who I am again -- and who these voices are -- and --
Why? It will only give you pain.
But even pain would be better than -- nothing!
Forget, child. Forget.
He traveled on, dreaming of warmth. The warmth had a name, if only he could remember it -- he himself had a name, if only he could dredge it out of the darkness within.
Forget, said the voice.
I'm trying, he answered, believe me. Trying to forget.
Copyright © 2003 Paramount Pictures
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3.0 out of 5 stars
Split down the middle.,
This review is from: Do Comets Dream? (Star Trek: The Next Generation) (Mass Market Paperback)
I've noticed that most of the reviews for this album are either 5 stars or 1...it seems to be a love-it-or-hate-it thing for most. As for me, I may have a rather unique perspective because I was very much of two minds about it. Since ultimately I chose to purchase and keep it for future re-reading, I rounded my 2.5 rating up to 3 stars (2 and 1 are for items I do not keep). In order to prepare for this review, I found myself keeping a pros-and-cons list so that I could try to accurately report both. I found, though, that on some of the very same points, I would feel one way about it one second and the opposite a moment later!Perhaps the best thing that Do Comets Dream? had going for it was the rich descriptive prose. I do not always get vivid sensory impressions as I read, but in this case I could certainly envision myself in this colorful world. Similarly, the richness of the culture he devised was quite enticing, and I vastly preferred the scenes that delved into the history of Thanet to those involving the Enterprise crew. The reason for the existence of the thanopstru was certainly an engaging tale, as well as a look into the political machinations of Thanet. However, I had mixed feelings about the heavy allusions to Earth culture and languages. On one hand, it was rather fascinating to try to pick them all out, but on the other, I also started to see it as a cheap substitute for inventiveness on the author's part. I would have been even more impressed by his inventing his own mythology rather than a retelling (even such a vivid one) of our own histories. Certain parallels were simply TOO close to be believable. For instance, what are the odds of another world developing root words such as "mnemo-" for memory and "thanop-" for death, which are close to words in ancient Greek holding the *same* meaning? This is where it becomes hard to suspend disbelief. As I alluded to before, the scenes with the Enterprise crew were nowhere near as convincing as the ones involving characters of Somtow's own creation (with the exception of Simon Tarses, whom Somtow was pretty much on his own to describe, anyway). Another problem that I had with this book was the extremely shoddy editing job. I find myself wondering if Somtow was uncertain of what he wanted to name the young Icelandic student who won a tour on the Enterprise for winning an essay contest (Speaking of unrealistic--after the failure of the Enterprise-D, did Starfleet not decide that it was too dangerous to have children on board ship?). This is because I found the following three spellings: "Engvig", "Envig", and even "Envgvig". The fact that neither Somtow nor the editors rectified this glaring inconsistency is truly pathetic. Overall, this book merits only a 2.5, but because it can offer an engaging read at times, I kept it and gave it the 3-star rating.
9 of 12 people found the following review helpful:
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This review is from: Do Comets Dream? (Star Trek: The Next Generation) (Mass Market Paperback)
Star Trek - The Next Generation: Do Coments Dream? written by S.P. Somtow is a quick fast paced book that gets right to the point. As the trailer states this book is about a comet that threatens the planet Thanet every five thousand years. Where life begins anew now, as Thanet has achieved space flight and warp capacity, they call upon the Federation for help.
This is an interesting story. I read it in one afternoon and enjoyed it. As I mentioned, this is a fast paced story. The book is divided into for distinct segments or parts: Part One: The Reluctant Ambassador Part Two: The Machine that was Mortal Part Three: The Mortal that was a Michine Part Four: The Planet that Waited for Death Each of these parts are divided into chapters that have names of the subject of that chapter. This makes the reading fly by and there is interdispersed parts from the planet Thanet's Holy Panvivlion. The character development was very descriptive and you could picture the character in your mind as you read on in the book. The principle Star Trek characters are Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Data and Deanna Troi with some minor characters thrown in for spice, like Simon Tarses which I could see his character come to life in the book. All in all, you'll find the book an easy enjoyable read the action-adventure is not high, but the charater interplay was highly enjoyable making this a good change-of-pace book. The ending is a suprise, so I'm not going to say anything but... interesting. This is a solid 5 star story with real life scenarios making for a very believable story and the character dialog was very descriptive.
4 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
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The View from the Comet's Tail,
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This review is from: Do Comets Dream? (Star Trek: The Next Generation) (Mass Market Paperback)
It is as much a bane as a boon having to toil in a shared literary universe, especially in one as contrictive as Trek. If you are compelled to toss one of these things off for a quick buck without resort to pseudonym, one solution is to turn the main characters into generic spear-chuckers, investing instead in your guest characters. Another is to devise a culture so distinctive, it takes on the attributes of a character. Here, Somtow has done both. Not surprisingly, those who like their Trek straight and unadulterated may find themselves lost in space with this one. Those, however, who might be inclined to welcome the depiction of a world inspired by Hindu and other Asian cultural underpinnings will be amply rewarded. The funny, and maybe sad, thing here is that this novel could have worked quite well outside of the Trek universe and its often onerous literary restrictions.
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