The Galahad, a faster-than-light spacecraft, carries fifty scientists and engineers on a mission to prepare Kepler 452b, Earth's nearest habitable neighbor at 1400 light years away. With Earth no longer habitable and the Mars colony slowly failing, they are humanity's best hope.
After ten years in a failed cryogenic bed--body asleep, mind awake--William Chanokh's torture comes to an end as the fog clears, the hatch opens, and his friend and fellow hacker, Tom, greets him...by stabbing a screwdriver into his heart. This is the first time William dies.
It is not the last.
When he wakes from death, William discovers that all but one crew member--Capria Dixon--is either dead at Tom's hands, or escaped to the surface of Kepler 452b. This dire situation is made worse when Tom attacks again--and is killed. Driven mad by a rare reaction to extended cryo-sleep, Tom hacked the Galahad's navigation system and locked the …
The Galahad, a faster-than-light spacecraft, carries fifty scientists and engineers on a mission to prepare Kepler 452b, Earth's nearest habitable neighbor at 1400 light years away. With Earth no longer habitable and the Mars colony slowly failing, they are humanity's best hope.
After ten years in a failed cryogenic bed--body asleep, mind awake--William Chanokh's torture comes to an end as the fog clears, the hatch opens, and his friend and fellow hacker, Tom, greets him...by stabbing a screwdriver into his heart. This is the first time William dies.
It is not the last.
When he wakes from death, William discovers that all but one crew member--Capria Dixon--is either dead at Tom's hands, or escaped to the surface of Kepler 452b. This dire situation is made worse when Tom attacks again--and is killed. Driven mad by a rare reaction to extended cryo-sleep, Tom hacked the Galahad's navigation system and locked the ship on a faster-than-light journey through the universe, destination: nowhere. Ever.
Mysteriously immortal, William is taken on a journey with no end, where he encounters solitary desperation, strange and violent lifeforms, a forbidden love, and the nature of reality itself.
If you're looking for a book that's going to keep you on the edge of your seat, then Infinite by Jeremy Robinson is the book for you. The book is full of twists and turns that will keep you guessing until the very end.
The whole book is basically an embodiment of the expanding mind meme. The book starts with a seriously tired and stupid cliche of We fucked our planet and we had to abandon it for a new planet. I was ready to forgive this one because I thought the author wanted to tell a story about isolation, immortality and infinity (which he did) but couldn't think of a good reason for the people to leave Earth. Then it continues to talk about AI, with all the cliches tied with this topic ever imagined. After that throwing an incredibly stupid bomb shell of an end of the universe and how everything is a simulation, only to continue to hack reality itself (the fact that the character didn't see this as a clear sign that he was in a simulation of his own making is …
God damn it! Sometimes I hate competent writers.
The whole book is basically an embodiment of the expanding mind meme. The book starts with a seriously tired and stupid cliche of We fucked our planet and we had to abandon it for a new planet. I was ready to forgive this one because I thought the author wanted to tell a story about isolation, immortality and infinity (which he did) but couldn't think of a good reason for the people to leave Earth. Then it continues to talk about AI, with all the cliches tied with this topic ever imagined. After that throwing an incredibly stupid bomb shell of an end of the universe and how everything is a simulation, only to continue to hack reality itself (the fact that the character didn't see this as a clear sign that he was in a simulation of his own making is astonishing) to then finish with post apocalypse Earth, Middle Earth and with a happily ever after that made me sick. To finish with a "twist ending" that most of us saw from the beginning.
End now to return to my first two sentences. This author is too good at writing human characters, their despair, their joy, their LIFE, that it compelled me to continue reading through the mountain of old cliches and just plain stupidity even though I knew where this was going since the moment the main character concocted the plan of a great escape. What I am trying to say is that the author failed at suspension of disbelief which is necessary for good SF.