Altered Carbon - Nobody lives forever, Tie-in
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER NOW AN EXCITING SERIES FROM NETFLIX The shell that blew a hole in his chest was only the beginning in this tour de force of genre-bending, a brilliantly realized exercise in science fiction. The New York Times Book ReviewIn the twenty-fifth century, humankind has spread throughout the galaxy, monitored by the watchful eye of the U.N. While divisions in race, religion, and class still exist, advances in technology have redefined life itself. Now, assuming one can afford the expensive procedure, a person s consciousness can be stored in a cortical stack at the base of the brain and easily downloaded into a new body (or sleeve ) making death nothing more than a minor blip on a screen.
Ex-U.N. envoy Takeshi Kovacs has been killed before, but his last death was particularly painful. Dispatched one hundred eighty light-years from home, re-sleeved into a body in Bay City (formerly San Francisco, now with a rusted, dilapidated Golden Gate Bridge), Kovacs is thrown into the dark heart of a shady, far-reaching conspiracy that is vicious even by the standards of a society that treats existence as something that can be bought and sold.
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CHAPTEr ONEComing back from the dead can be rough.
In the Envoy Corps they teach you to let go before storage. Stick it in neutral and float. It s the first lesson and the trainers drill it into you from day one. Hard-eyed Virginia Vidaura, dancer s body poised inside the shapeless corps coveralls as she paced in front of us in the induction room. Don t worry about anything, she said, and you ll be ready for it. A decade later, I met her again in a holding pen at the New Kanagawa Justice Facility. She was going down for eighty to a century; excessively armed robbery and organic damage. The last thing she said to me when they walked her out of the cell was don t worry, kid, they ll store it. Then she bent her head to light a cigarette, drew the smoke hard into lungs she no longer gave a damn about, and set off down the corridor as if to a tedious briefing. From the narrow angle of vision afforded me by the cell gate, I watched the pride in that walk and I whispered the words to myself like a mantra.
Don t worry, they ll store it. It was a superbly double-edged piece of street wisdom. Bleak faith in the efficiency of the penal system, and a clue to the elusive state of mind required to steer you past the rocks of psychosis. Whatever you feel, whatever you re thinking, whatever you are when they store you, that s what you ll be when you come out. With states of high anxiety, that can be a problem. So you let go. Stick it in neutral. Disengage and float.
If you have time.
I came thrashing up out of the tank, one hand plastered across my chest searching for the wounds, the other clutching at a nonexistent weapon. The weight hit me like a hammer, and I collapsed back into the flotation gel. I flailed with my arms, caught one elbow painfully on the side of the tank, and gasped. Gobbets of gel poured into my mouth and down my throat. I snapped my mouth shut and got a hold on the hatch coaming, but the stuff was everywhere. In my eyes, burning my nose and
... mehr
throat, and slippery under my fingers. The weight was forcing my grip on the hatch loose, sitting on my chest like a high-g maneuver, pressing me down into the gel. My body heaved violently in the confines of the tank. Flotation gel? I was drowning.
Abruptly, there was a strong grip on my arm and I was hauled coughing into an upright position. At about the same time I was working out there were no wounds in my chest someone wiped a towel roughly across my face and I could see. I decided to save that pleasure for later and concentrated on getting the contents of the tank out of my nose and throat. For about half a minute I stayed sitting, head down, coughing up the gel and trying to work out why everything weighed so much.
So much for training. It was a hard, male voice, the sort that habitually hangs around justice facilities. What did they teach you in the Envoys anyway, Kovacs?
That was when I had it. On Harlan s World, Kovacs is quite a common name. Everyone knows how to pronounce it. This guy didn t. He was speaking a stretched form of the Amanglic they use on the World, but even allowing for that, he was mangling the name badly, and the ending came out with a hard k instead of the Slavic ch.
And everything was too heavy.
The realization came through my fogged perceptions like a brick through frosted plate glass.
Offworld.
Somewhere along the line, they d taken Takeshi Kovacs (D.H.), and they d freighted him. And since Harlan s World was the only habitable biosphere in the Glimmer system, that meant a stellar-range needlecast to
Where?
I looked up. Harsh neon tubes set in a concrete roof. I was sitting in the opened hatch of a dull metal cylinder, looking for all the world like an ancient aviator who d forgotten to dress before climbing aboard his b
Abruptly, there was a strong grip on my arm and I was hauled coughing into an upright position. At about the same time I was working out there were no wounds in my chest someone wiped a towel roughly across my face and I could see. I decided to save that pleasure for later and concentrated on getting the contents of the tank out of my nose and throat. For about half a minute I stayed sitting, head down, coughing up the gel and trying to work out why everything weighed so much.
So much for training. It was a hard, male voice, the sort that habitually hangs around justice facilities. What did they teach you in the Envoys anyway, Kovacs?
That was when I had it. On Harlan s World, Kovacs is quite a common name. Everyone knows how to pronounce it. This guy didn t. He was speaking a stretched form of the Amanglic they use on the World, but even allowing for that, he was mangling the name badly, and the ending came out with a hard k instead of the Slavic ch.
And everything was too heavy.
The realization came through my fogged perceptions like a brick through frosted plate glass.
Offworld.
Somewhere along the line, they d taken Takeshi Kovacs (D.H.), and they d freighted him. And since Harlan s World was the only habitable biosphere in the Glimmer system, that meant a stellar-range needlecast to
Where?
I looked up. Harsh neon tubes set in a concrete roof. I was sitting in the opened hatch of a dull metal cylinder, looking for all the world like an ancient aviator who d forgotten to dress before climbing aboard his b
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Autoren-Porträt von Richard Morgan
Richard K. Morgan is the acclaimed author of The Cold Commands, The Steel Remains, Thirteen, Woken Furies, Market Forces, Broken Angels, and Altered Carbon, a New York Times Notable Book that also won the Philip K. Dick Award in 2003. The movie rights to Altered Carbon were optioned by Joel Silver and Warner Bros on publication, and a film version is currently in development with Mythology Entertainment. Market Forces was also optioned to Warner Bros, before it was even published, and it won the John W. Campbell Award in 2005. Thirteen won the Arthur C. Clarke Award in 2007 and is currently under movie option to Straight Up films. The Steel Remains won the Gaylactic Spectrum Award in 2010, and its sequel, The Cold Commands, appeared in both Kirkus Reviews and NPR s Best Science Fiction/Fantasy Books of the Year lists. Morgan is a fluent Spanish speaker and has lived and worked in Madrid, Istanbul, Ankara, and London, as well as having traveled extensively in the Americas, Africa, and Australia. He now lives in Scotland with his wife, Virginia, and son, Daniel.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Richard Morgan
- 2018, 512 Seiten, Masse: 13,9 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Del Rey
- ISBN-10: 1524798819
- ISBN-13: 9781524798819
- Erscheinungsdatum: 12.03.2018
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Compelling . . . immensely entertaining . . . [Richard] Morgan s writing is vivid and his plotting inventive. The Philadelphia InquirerFerociously readable. The New York Times Book Review
A fascinating trip . . . Pure high-octane science fiction mixes with the classic noir private-eye tale. Orlando Sentinel
Gritty and vivid . . . looks as if we have another interstellar hero on our hands. USA Today
This seamless marriage of hardcore cyberpunk and hard-boiled detective tale is an astonishing first novel. London Times
An astonishing piece of work . . . A wonderful SF idea . . . Altered Carbon hits the floor running and then starts to accelerate. Intriguing and inventive in equal proportions and refuses to let go until the last page. Peter Hamilton
An exciting sf/crime hybrid, with an intricate (but always plausible) plot, a powerful noir atmosphere, and enough explosive action to satisfy the most die-hard thriller fan. SF Site
An exhilarating and glossy adventure . . . What makes Altered Carbon a winner is the quality of Morgan s prose. For every piece of John Woo action there is a stunning piece of reflective description, a compelling sense of place, and abundant 24-karat witticisms. SFX Magazine
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