Майкл Крайтон - The Andromeda Evolution

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**Fifty years after The Andromeda Strain made Michael Crichton a household name --and spawned a new genre, the technothriller--the threat returns, in a gripping sequel that is terrifyingly realistic and resonant.**
“The Andromeda Strain,” as millions of fans know, described the panicked efforts to stop the spread of an alien microparticle that first turned human blood to sawdust and then dissolved plastics. (Spoiler alert: Humanity survived.) For half a century, a mutated strain has floated harmlessly in Earth’s atmosphere while a special team of watchers maintained Project Eternal Vigilance.
When “The Andromeda Evolution” opens, a drone spots a metallic-looking shape growing up out of the Amazon jungle, “the whole of it gleaming like a beetle’s waxy shell in the rising midday sun.” Situated along the equator, this giant structure is located far from any development, deep in an area inhabited only by tribes who have never made contact with modern civilization. Mass spectrometry data taken by military satellites indicates that the quickly swelling mutation is “an almost exact match to the Andromeda strain.”
(HarperCollins)
A scientist announces, “There is an alien intelligence behind this,” which I have often thought when I clean out the refrigerator. “We are facing an unknown enemy who is staging an attack over the gulf of a hundred-thousand years and across our solar system and likely the cosmos. This is war.” The ability to fathom this threat is not as crucial as the ability to deliver such lines with a straight face.
Wilson suggests that a nuclear strike is problematic because the anomaly is on foreign soil, though such diplomatic awkwardness probably wouldn’t matter if we’re all dead. But the bigger problem is that the anomaly feeds off energy, which a nuclear explosion would provide in abundance. Given that predicament, humanity has just one hope to avoid what the military calls “the ‘gray goo’ scenario” that would kill everyone on Earth: Project Wildfire.
The elite Wildfire crew will trudge into the jungle and try to keep the planet from being infected. In accordance with the requirements of the inevitable movie version, the Wildfire team consists of a small group of contentious scientists who are dangerously ill-equipped to trudge into the jungle. Their leader is an interesting character: a woman who rose from the slums of Mumbai to become a world-renowned expert in nanotechnology. But alas, the rest of her crew are drawn from a fetid petri dish of stereotypes: a handsome white man with a tragic connection to the first Andromeda crisis; an Asian woman with a “keen intellect and piercing black eyes” who should not be trusted; and an older black man who offers our hero sage counsel before, sadly, perishing. Naturally, there’s also a villain with special needs motivated by deep-seated rage at her crippled body.
Predictable as this group is, their adventure is at least as exciting as Crichton’s original story — and considerably more active. The jungle provides an ominous setting for some spooky scenes. And the episodes set in outer space are particularly thrilling. (Rereading “The Andromeda Strain” last week, I realized that I had forgotten how cramped the story is.)
But “The Andromeda Evolution” genuflects appropriately to the 1969 novel that instantly infected pop culture. With little genetic decay, Wilson replicates Crichton’s tone and tics, particularly his wide-stance mansplaining. Each chapter begins with a quotation by Crichton selected, apparently, for its L. Ron Hubbard-like profundity, e.g. “There is a category of event that, once it occurs, cannot be satisfactorily resolved.” And the pages — sanitized of wit — are larded with lots of Crichtonian technical explanations, weapons porn, top-secret documents and so many acronyms that I began to worry Wilson had accidentally left the caps lock on.
As you might expect from a guy with a PhD in robotics, Wilson throws in lots of cool gizmos, too. A slavish flock of miniature drones plays a crucial role in the plot, and a massive technological breakthrough eventually takes center stage. But at other times, Wilson plays too fast and loose with the biological laws of his own pathologic crisis. For instance, as the science team prepares to move deep into the infected jungle, their leader says, “Tuck your pants into your boots and wear gloves” — the same precautions I would take to build a snowman.
But who cares? These various lapses may be irritating, but ultimately they don’t derail what is a fairly ingenious adventure. As the story swings from military jargon to corny implausibility, the fate of the Earth hangs from a thread of rapidly mutating cells. Finally, our hero says the words we never tire of hearing: “Technically, it’s doable. It’s insane. But it’s doable.” That portentous claim launches one last spectacular scene that would make Crichton proud.

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Only now did Peng have enough information to turn to the group.

“The gray substance from the tongue has tested positive for Andromeda,” reported Peng. “I can’t confirm exactly which variety. The results are confused and most likely corrupted.”

“Even so, what did you find?” asked Vedala.

Peng spoke carefully. “The specimen appeared to coagulate blood on contact, like AS-1. But it also partially dechained polymer-made material, in the manner of AS-2. And . . . it seemed to self-replicate, using the substrate materials as fuel.”

Nidhi Vedala exhaled. “So at the very least, we know the primates were infected. The question is, by which strain?”

“Impossible to guess, without a full laboratory analysis,” said Peng.

Odhiambo spoke up in a steady, rumbling voice. “The trees are unbroken between here and the anomaly. There are no babies among these monkeys. The infants must have been left behind. And primates are capable of brachiating at over thirty miles an hour through dense canopy such as this.”

“We’re less than twenty miles from the anomaly,” added Vedala, grasping Odhiambo’s point. “At maximum speed, these animals survived a little more than half an hour, postinfection.”

“That’s consistent with the Piedmont incident,” said Stone. “Some victims there died immediately of blood coagulation, but others . . . they lasted longer. Long enough to record final messages, to wander the streets, and to commit suicide. None survived more than an hour.”

“Except the baby and the old man,” corrected Nidhi. “They each had an abnormal blood pH that prevented infection.”

“Right,” said Stone, his voice hollow.

“We should get these results up to Kline in the Wildfire module,” said Peng. “With living Andromeda samples for comparison, she can tell us which strain we’re dealing with. We need to find a clearing.”

“Wrong,” replied Brink, looming over the four scientists. He scanned the jungle as he spoke. “We need to keep the team moving. There is a rendezvous to make. Besides, you’ll find no line of sight to the communications satellite out here. And therefore no way to make radio contact.”

“That’s not exactly true.”

Brink turned to glare at James Stone, who stood holding a dinner-plate-size drone in his hands.

“What’s that supposed to be?” asked Brink.

Stone shrugged, wearing a sheepish grin.

“She’s my baby, highly customized. I brought her in my personal effects, instead of a change of clothes.”

Brink snorted in disgust, turning away.

Moments later, the carbon fiber drone was rising slowly through the canopy, picking its way through a maze of branches and vines. A string of wire filament trailed below it like a fishing line. The buzzing drone soon emerged through a small gap in the upper tree canopy, an alien visitor to the sun-soaked roof of the tropical rain forest.

Vedala dialed a direct line to the International Space Station.

An instant after the satellite uplink was established, a frantic flurry of invisible data leaped up from the green expanse of trees and into the blackness of the void above.

A Higher Analysis

AT THE HEART OF THE INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION, several hundred miles above the Amazon jungle, a humanoid form stood shrouded in shadows, still and silent. As it drifted slightly in the microgravity, the reddish pulse of a status light shone from the sinuous curves of its outer casing. The anodized aluminum was smooth, honed to a perfect golden sheen, but most of all it was clean—indeed, it had never been touched by human hands.

The experimental Robonaut R3A4 humanoid robot had been constructed inside this room by its predecessor, had never left its sealed environment, and was the sole permanent occupant of the Wildfire Mark IV laboratory module.

Although untouched by human hands, the Robonaut was often touched by human thoughts .

One by one, a ring of white lights blinked on inside the cylindrical laboratory module. LEDs on the upper chest of the R3A4 blinked from red to green. And in a subtle, complex symphony of movement and attention, the Robonaut appeared to come alive. The machine glanced down at its own hands, flexing each finger with startling dexterity. It then turned to face a wall of containment cabinets, each housing a separate experiment, stacked together like brightly lit fish tanks.

Invented and perfected through multiple grant iterations by NASA’s Dexterous Robotics Laboratory at Johnson Space Center, the R3A4 occupied the same form factor as a human astronaut. A one-to-one match with the human body made for easy teleoperation—although the R3A4 was stronger, faster, and had better sensory capabilities than its human operators.

And this R3A4 was especially unique.

The Wildfire Robonaut had been tailor-made for Dr. Sophie Kline. The brain-computer interface Kline had used since childhood had been modified to wirelessly transmit her most subtle gestures to the R3A4. Locked inside its permanent home, the machine could carry out her experiments without risk of bacteria, dirt, or any foreign bodies that might compromise the platonically perfect cleanliness of the Wildfire laboratory.

The R3A4 went to work.

Twenty yards away in the Destiny laboratory module, Sophie Kline floated beside a remote workstation, wearing a slim pair of virtual reality goggles and instrumented gloves. She could see through the machine’s eyes, feel with its hands, and mentally inhabit the Robonaut with little effort. Over the years, the machine had become an extension of her own body—a hard metal incarnation of herself that Kline secretly relished inhabiting.

In the Amazon rain forest far below, the Wildfire field team had sent up a barrage of data collected from dead primates. Now, Kline had the eyes of her second skin set to maximum magnification, comparing the incoming data to a live sample of the Andromeda Strain AS-1—a specimen that had been retrieved directly from Piedmont, Arizona.

The transcript of her communication with the field scientists, monitored by NORTHCOM and confirmed against the audio logs of a salvaged canary drone, was as follows:

GRND-VEDALA

Kline. Data transfer is complete. We have limited time. Our drone can only loiter in communication range for a couple minutes.

ISS-KLINE

Roger that, Vedala. Preliminary results do confirm a match to Andromeda.

GRND-VEDALA

Our results concur. But which strain are we dealing with? Can you compare to the Piedmont samples?

ISS-KLINE

Hold on. [fifteen seconds elapse]

ISS-KLINE

It . . . this isn’t AS-1 or AS-2. You’ve hit on something new.

GRND-VEDALA

[static] Another evolution?

ISS-KLINE

Call it AS-3.

GRND-VEDALA

Is it dangerous?

ISS-KLINE

Affirmative. I advise you abort mission and retreat to the quarantine perimeter. The anomaly is growing out of control. And another unidentified structure is rising from the lake. There is nothing more your team can do, you understand?

GRND-VEDALA

We’ve got a lot of dead primates down here, and not a lot of time. What exactly did you find? Will it react to inhibitor?

ISS-KLINE

It’s nonreactive to the inhibitor, but the sample exhibits deadly properties of both previous strains.

GRND-VEDALA

I assumed as much. We’re continuing.

ISS-KLINE

Nidhi, listen. The first Andromeda strain triggered on contact with life. It killed those people in Piedmont and then evolved into AS-2, which eats the plastic necessary for spaceflight. It’s not a coincidence.

GRND-VEDALA

So you’re hypothesizing that Andromeda mutated in order to trap our species on Earth’s surface? It’s an interesting theory, but irrelevant.

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