Between the rocks - 9798254207900 - between the rocks-mars: red dust rising - (book 2) de pearson, jim bob (5 resultados)
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Mars does not care how good you are with a drill. Mars just wants you dead.Joe Wong has been reassigned to Mars. That is the polite version. The less polite version involves Helios Extraction Corp's desperate grab for off-world mining contracts, a one-way ticket on a transport that smells li…ke recycled sweat, and the growing suspicion that someone high up the food chain wants Joe as far from Earth-and from his impossible mineral discovery-as physics allows.The transit alone is enough to break most people. Months in a tin can hurtling through the void, breathing recycled air that carries the ghost of every exhale from every passenger before you, eating ration packs with all the culinary inspiration of flavored cardboard. The landing is worse. Mars gravity plays tricks on your inner ear for weeks. And the dust-that omnipresent rusty particulate-begins infiltrating your life from the moment you step off the transport, working its way into seals, joints, fabric, food, and eventually your psychology.Mars mining is a different beast. On Earth, you drill through familiar geology-rock formations mapped and understood for centuries. On Mars, every bore is a step into genuine terra incognita. Cave-ins happen differently in lower gravity. Dust storms strip protective coatings off equipment designed for far harsher conditions. The cold reaches your bones and does not let go.But Mars has its own secrets buried in ancient rock.The mineral signatures Joe found on Earth are here too-stronger, deeper, and arranged in geometric patterns that repeat with mathematical precision at depths corresponding to specific geological epochs. This is not scattered contamination. This is structure. This is intention. This is something placed here before the first human ancestor looked up at the stars.Flipper, Joe's telepathic dog and constant companion, is changing too. Their neural bond-forged by shared implants and deepened by exposure to the alien mineral-has grown more powerful. On the transport, Flipper binge-read technical manuals through Joe's implant and now has annoyingly well-informed opinions about drill bit metallurgy. In Martian gravity, the dog's telepathic range is expanding, picking up fragments of thought from people and systems that should be well outside his ability to perceive.Meanwhile, certain areas of the Martian mining zone-areas corresponding to the strongest mineral signatures-have been quietly marked off-limits by personnel who do not appear on any official Helios roster. Joe's reports about the patterns are met with conspicuous silence. His requests for analysis equipment are denied. And his conviction that the company is sitting on something world-changing is hardening into certainty.Back on Earth, the distance grows. Communications carry a signal delay that turns conversations into exercises in patience. His father Dale, still sharing meals with the Visitor Keth at Linda's table in the Tulsa Dome while she loads another plate of snickerdoodles, senses his son has stumbled into something that reaches far beyond corporate politics. Dale knows things about the Visitors he has never shared-not from deception, but from a preacher's instinct that some truths need to be arrived at, not delivered."I'll always be a dog and you'll always be Wong," Flipper reminds him when the red dust and the corporate silence threaten to break him. It is not an answer. It is better than an answer.The second book in the BETWEEN THE ROCKS series expands from Earth's claustrophobic domes to the hostile frontier of Mars, where the stakes are higher, the air is thinner, and the secrets are buried deeper than Joe ever imagined. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.
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Librería: California Books, Miami, FL, Estados Unidos de AmericaCalifornia Books
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Mars does not care how good you are with a drill. Mars just wants you dead.Joe Wong has been reassigned to Mars. That is the polite version. The less polite version involves Helios Extraction Corp's desperate grab for off-world mining contracts, a one-way ticket on a transport that smells li…ke recycled sweat, and the growing suspicion that someone high up the food chain wants Joe as far from Earth-and from his impossible mineral discovery-as physics allows.The transit alone is enough to break most people. Months in a tin can hurtling through the void, breathing recycled air that carries the ghost of every exhale from every passenger before you, eating ration packs with all the culinary inspiration of flavored cardboard. The landing is worse. Mars gravity plays tricks on your inner ear for weeks. And the dust-that omnipresent rusty particulate-begins infiltrating your life from the moment you step off the transport, working its way into seals, joints, fabric, food, and eventually your psychology.Mars mining is a different beast. On Earth, you drill through familiar geology-rock formations mapped and understood for centuries. On Mars, every bore is a step into genuine terra incognita. Cave-ins happen differently in lower gravity. Dust storms strip protective coatings off equipment designed for far harsher conditions. The cold reaches your bones and does not let go.But Mars has its own secrets buried in ancient rock.The mineral signatures Joe found on Earth are here too-stronger, deeper, and arranged in geometric patterns that repeat with mathematical precision at depths corresponding to specific geological epochs. This is not scattered contamination. This is structure. This is intention. This is something placed here before the first human ancestor looked up at the stars.Flipper, Joe's telepathic dog and constant companion, is changing too. Their neural bond-forged by shared implants and deepened by exposure to the alien mineral-has grown more powerful. On the transport, Flipper binge-read technical manuals through Joe's implant and now has annoyingly well-informed opinions about drill bit metallurgy. In Martian gravity, the dog's telepathic range is expanding, picking up fragments of thought from people and systems that should be well outside his ability to perceive.Meanwhile, certain areas of the Martian mining zone-areas corresponding to the strongest mineral signatures-have been quietly marked off-limits by personnel who do not appear on any official Helios roster. Joe's reports about the patterns are met with conspicuous silence. His requests for analysis equipment are denied. And his conviction that the company is sitting on something world-changing is hardening into certainty.Back on Earth, the distance grows. Communications carry a signal delay that turns conversations into exercises in patience. His father Dale, still sharing meals with the Visitor Keth at Linda's table in the Tulsa Dome while she loads another plate of snickerdoodles, senses his son has stumbled into something that reaches far beyond corporate politics. Dale knows things about the Visitors he has never shared-not from deception, but from a preacher's instinct that some truths need to be arrived at, not delivered."I'll always be a dog and you'll always be Wong," Flipper reminds him when the red dust and the corporate silence threaten to break him. It is not an answer. It is better than an answer.The second book in the BETWEEN THE ROCKS series expands from Earth's claustrophobic domes to the hostile frontier of Mars, where the stakes are higher, the air is thinner, and the secrets are buried deeper than Joe ever imagined. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
