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Fate of Worlds: Return from the Ringworld (Fleet of Worlds series Book 5) Kindle Edition
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"Exceptional freshness and suspense ... full of startling revelations about human and puppeteer politics."
"A new Known Space book, particularly one with new information about Puppeteers and their doings behind the scenes of human history, needs recommending within the science fiction community about as much as a new Harry Potter novel does -- well, anywhere. But Niven and Lerner have produced a novel that can stand on its own as well as part of the Known Space franchise."
"A far-future SF mystery/adventure set two centuries before the discovery of the Ringworld by humans ... Intriguing human and alien characters and lucid scientific detail."
-- Library Journal
"A very worthy addition to the ongoing Known Space future history."
"Larry Niven and Edward M. Lerner have teamed up to write the prequel [to Ringworld], and it's well worth reading whether you've read Ringworld and its subsequent books or not."
"As we have long expected from Niven, it's a great read, and Lerner -- as Analog readers know -- has the knack as well. You'll enjoy this one."
-- Analog Science Fiction and Fact
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"The premier hard SF writer of the day."
-- The Baltimore Sun
"Great storytelling is still alive in science fiction because of Larry Niven."
-- Orson Scott Card
"For three and a half decades, nobody's done it better than Larry Niven."
-- Steven Barnes
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"Lerner's world-building and extrapolating are top notch."
-- SFScope on InterstellarNet: Origins
"A fast, fun read."
-- Sci Fi Weekly on Fools' Experiments
"Suspense and action enough to fuel any thriller, and even to drive it to the big screen."
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“There is an intruder, sir,” Jeeves announced, breaking the silence.
Sigmund Ausfaller sighed. Age had not so much mellowed as exhausted him. The universe was out to get him, and so what? It had been—years?—since he had mustered the energy to care. Maybe it had been years since he had cared that he no longer cared.
Shading his eyes with an upraised hand, Sigmund peered across the desert. The day’s final string of suns was low to the horizon. Here and there, scattered across barren landscape, cacti cast long shadows. A lone bird glided overhead. Beyond the limits of his stone patio, civilization had left no visible mark.
A cluster of cacti reminded him of other columns. Long ago. Far away. Columns of a world-shattering machine. And they had shattered a world, although by the time it had happened he had been dead. That happened to him far too often. The getting dead part. Peril to entire worlds, too, but—
“You should withdraw to safety, sir,” Jeeves prompted.
Sigmund sighed again, this time at himself. Age made one’s mind wander. So did living by oneself. Not that, with Jeeves around, he was truly alone. To be old and alone—
“Sir,” Jeeves insisted.
Sigmund struggled out of his big mesh hammock to stand. “Describe the intruder.”
“An antigrav flitter. It’s on approach from the east at just within the low-altitude speed limit.”
“Too distant at present. Radar, sir.”
“How long until it arrives?”
“Ten minutes, sir, if the craft maintains its current velocity.”
Sigmund glanced at the dark circle inset in a corner of his patio. The circle was the bottom of a stepping disc. Apart from its active side being obstructed—and so rendered inert—the device was like millions across the world. Flip to light-colored side up and in one pace he could teleport at light speed to any disc of his choosing, almost anywhere on the planet.
But were he to invert the disc, then others, if they had the authority to preempt his privacy settings, could teleport here.
Sigmund valued his privacy, and his stepping disc stayed upside down.
And to be honest, his disc was not exactly like the millions of others. The micro-fusion reactor on this disc would overload seconds after he stepped out, destroying all record of his destination.
He really valued his privacy.
Sigmund considered. “They’re not stealthed. They’re approaching from the east, easy to spot, not flying out of the setting suns. They want us to know they’re coming.” Sigmund gestured at his modest home, in which, on the oaken desk he had crafted by hand, his pocket comp sat powered down. “It’s not as though they can call ahead.”
“Very good, sir,” Jeeves said in his gentleman’s gentleman tone of voice: acknowledgment and mild reproach together.
Jeeves was more ancient even than Sigmund. The butler mannerisms that had once been a few lines of code—an affectation or a jape on someone’s part—had, over the centuries, permeated every facet of the AI’s persona. Kind of like paranoia in Sigmund’s brain.
Friends don’t reprogram friends, even when they’re able.
Sigmund dropped back with a grunt into his hammock. “Let’s find out what our visitor wants.”
* * *
THE FLITTER MORPHED from invisible to droning speck to, all of a sudden, here. Sigmund stood watching as the craft swooped in for a landing on the windswept sands. The canopy pivoted upward from its aft edge; a woman, dressed in the trim blue uniform of the New Terran Defense Forces, stepped out of the cockpit.
“Good evening, Minister,” his granddaughter called.
Minister. An official visit, as though her uniform would not have told Sigmund that.
“It’s hot,” Sigmund said. “Join me in the shade, Captain.”
“Thank you, sir.” Julia looked around before joining Sigmund under the awning that overhung half the patio. She was a tall, lithe, beautiful woman with pale blue eyes and shoulder-length ash-blond hair.
“Sit, Captain. May I get you something to drink?”
“No, thank you, sir.” His visitor stood, ill at ease, uniform cap clutched under an arm.
Her nametag read BYERLEY-MANCINI. Sunslight reflecting off the nametag rendered a shimmering hologram, detailed beyond the capability of badge-sized photonics to mimic. So, too, did her rank insignia. On a world where everyone dressed in garments of programmable nanocloth, where on a whim the wearer could change the color, texture, and pattern of her clothing, the credentials of the planetary defense forces remained—special. And, in theory, difficult to counterfeit.
In progeny and in uniforms, Sigmund’s legacy survived. And in a third respect: that New Terra remained free and whole. If others had had their way …
“If I may, sir,” Julia prompted gently, as though channeling Jeeves.
“Go ahead,” Sigmund said. “What brings you here?”
“An astrophysical phenomenon, sir. An anomaly.”
Sigmund twitched. Twice in his long life he had been marooned, alone, deep in space. Three times he had been murdered, each death grislier than the last. A glimpse of an astrophysical phenomenon had presaged his most recent death and, after resurrection, left him stranded in interstellar space.
Turbulence in the ineffably tenuous interstellar medium. An uptick in concentrations of interstellar helium. Only by such subtleties had the Pak invasion armada, wave upon wave of ramscoop warships, given warning of its coming.
The Pak were genocidal xenophobes, a pestilence upon every other form of life. As protectors, the neuter postadult life stage, Pak were freakishly brilliant, reflexively aggressive, utterly selfish in the defense of their bloodlines. Eating tree-of-life root transformed an adult, what protectors dismissively called a breeder, into a protector.
Humanity, it turned out, descended from a Pak colony that had failed on Earth millions of years ago, because Earth lacked trace elements essential to tree-of-life. From the Pak perspective humans were, rather than distant cousins, mutants to be obliterated.
Sigmund shivered, all too aware that the universe cared not a fig for his memories or his phobias.
Julia was doing her best to hide her feelings, but beneath a stoic, professional veneer she was tense. Perhaps only someone who knew her well would notice.
Sigmund said, “I’m no astrophysicist.” Open up, Julia. Tell me what’s troubling you.
“Understood, sir.” Julia hesitated. “Is Jeeves with us?”
“Indeed, sir,” the AI intoned.
“This is a matter of world security, Minister,” Julia said.
“Jeeves and I are both fossils. Our security clearances, like my title, are long lapsed.” Never mind that, as far as this world was concerned, Sigmund was the one who had invented security clearances. That he had built from nothing what had been known on his watch as the Ministry of Defense. Never mind that Julia would have no inkling what a fossil was. Life beyond the single-celled was too recently imported to New Terra to have left fossils. “Whatever this anomaly is, you’ve come to tell me about it. So, tell.”
“Right.” Julia took a deep breath. “Something impossible has happened. You’re familiar with space-time ripples as ships enter and leave hyperspace?”
“Yesterday, the planetary defense array detected a … big ripple.”
“How big?” Sigmund asked.
“That’s the thing, sir. It can’t be that big.”
And so your superiors sent you to see what alternate explanation my devious brain can conjure. “How big did the ripple look to be?” Sigmund persisted. “How many ships?”
“The ripple was reported by every sensor in the array. Saturation strength.”
The array that surrounded New Terra. An array—at least during Sigmund’s tenure in the Ministry—deployed in concentric spheres across vast distances. To saturate all the sensors at once would require an unbelievable number of ships, many emerging almost on top of New Terra.
He tamped down resurgent memories of Pak war fleets. This was no time to get lost in the past.
After detecting ships nearby, the first step in the alert protocol would have been a hyperwave radar sweep. He asked, “And radar showed what?”
“Nothing,” Julia said. “That’s part of what’s odd.”
Because no one had ever found a way to disguise the interaction between a hyperwave and normal matter. That didn’t mean no one ever would. “I imagine the Defense Forces dispatched ships. And found nothing?”
Very puzzling. “Just the one ripple?” Sigmund asked.
“Yes, sir. Whatever emerged from hyperspace didn’t drop back into it. That, or these ships came a great distance through normal space, shielded from our sensors, waiting until they were on top of us before jumping into hyperspace to speed away. Either would explain a single ripple.”
“A huge fleet, after sneaking up on us and shrieking the news of its arrival, continues on its way? I don’t believe that, either.”
“Nor do our analysts.” She hesitated. “They need you at the Ministry to figure it out.”
After the revolution, confusing correlation with causation, the new regime had reached a strange conclusion: that the emergencies from which Sigmund had time and again saved this world he had provoked through his own interstellar meddling...
- Publication Date : August 21, 2012
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- Publisher : Tor Books; First Edition (August 21, 2012)
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I also felt like it could be a stand alone book, but, to get the full enjoyment from it, you should read the previous Fleet of Worlds books (at least Destroyer and Betrayer) and the Ringworld books (at least Ringworld's Children).
I find it handy to have the series information available in the review and it can be hard to really see on the Amazon site, here is a snippet from Wikipedia, showing the order of the books in the Fleet of Worlds series and the Ringworld series:
Fleet of Worlds (2007)
Juggler of Worlds (2008)
Destroyer of Worlds (2009)
Betrayer of Worlds (2010)
Fate of Worlds
The Ringworld Engineers (1980)
The Ringworld Throne (1996)
Ringworld's Children (2004)
Additionally, there is all of Known Space in Niven's list of works and a number of those contain the original stories that are rehashed in Fleet of Worlds and other fun and fantastic stories that fill the Known Space universe to the brim.
Fate Of Worlds is advertised as the finale for two sets of four novels; that's a multitude of loose ends to whip, and at times the writing becomes mechanical. The authors wax eloquently on the Gw'oth love for pure mathematics while somewhat neglecting to depict the Kzinti and Trinoc cultures; and the authors IMO confuse parallel processing speed [even massively-parallel neural networks (pattern matchers)] with intelligence. But the authors hit their mark when depicting Puppeteer politics, showing timid herd animals with different priorities (usually) cooperating effectively when they'd really rather run and hide.
I have NOT been a big fan of Larry Niven collaborations, except for the books (not Known Space) with Jerry Pournelle, which are mostly excellent. However, Niven and Edward M. Lerner make an excellent team. It seems to me like
Old(er) Larry Niven + Lerner = Young(er) Larry Niven
Of the books in the "Fleet of Worlds" series, the first and last (this book) are the best. This book would not be a good read as a stand-alone novel. There is too much "backstory" leading to this story.
If you are new to Niven, read "Ringworld" first; it's perhaps Niven's best known work, published way back in 1970. Then read "Protector." They are both excellent novels, and provide introductions to the key alien races. There are many other novels and short stories from the Known Space universe (including the other Ringworld novels), but at that point (if you like what you have read so far), you can begin the "Fleet of Worlds" series. If you plan to read the other Ringworld novels, read those immediately BEFORE starting on "Fate of Worlds."
The Ringworld novels are (in order):
The Ringworld Engineers
The Ringworld Throne
The Fleet of World novels are (in order):
Fleet of Worlds
Juggler of Worlds
Destroyer of Worlds
Betrayer of Worlds
Fate of Worlds
"Fate of Worlds" is actually the last book for BOTH series. Chronologically, for the Known Space timeline, all the Ringworld novels fit in between "Betrayer of Worlds" and "Fate of Worlds." Although "Fate of Worlds" is currently the last Known Space book, it ends with the possibility of more stories to come.
Niven's stories are typically "hard" science fiction, meaning stories rooted in scientific concepts, not "fantasy" science fiction.
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The Fleet of World series consists of five books by the same authors:
Fleet of Worlds (2007),
Juggler of Worlds (2008),
Destroyer of Worlds (2009),
Betrayer of Worlds (2010), and
Fate of Worlds: Return from the Ringworld (2012).
The first four novels are prequels to Ringworld; the last one is a sequel.