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Cosmos Incorporated [Paperback]

Maurice G Dantec

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May 20 2008
The first major English translation of one of France’s most admired writers, Cosmos Incorporated is a triumph of science fiction–a masterwork of cataclysm, mysticism, and suspense.

Fifty years of warfare, disease, and strife have decimated the world’s population. Those who remain are motes in the mind of UniWorld, a superstate that monitors humanity via a vast computer metastructure that catalog everything about everyone on the planet–race, religion, genetic codes, even fantasies. Those who have the means escape UniWorld’s tight control through the Orbital Ring.

Though his memory has been wiped clean and his history fabricated in order to pass through UniWorld’s check points, Sergei Diego Plotkin knows his name.And he knows his mission: to murder a man in the city of Grand Junction, a Vegas-like outpost that is home to the private launching pad to the Ring. But this sense of purpose is compromised by random memories that flash through Plotkin’s brain. England and Argentina. The shores of Lake Baikal. And something else. Something indescribable.

Now Plotkin is about to meet his maker. As his identity and mission incrementally resurface in his conscious mind, and in the presence of an eerily beautiful woman, Plotkin will soon discover that he has come here not just to kill but to be born. . . .


“Like Houellebecq, Dantec takes inspiration from both high and low culture; he is the sort of writer who cites Sun Tzu’s Art of War and the Stooges’ Search and Destroy with equal facility.”
–The New York Times

“DNA is to Dantec what the swan was to romantic poetry: an invitation to dream. . . . This rocker-writer teleports us into the cyberpunk beyonds of literature. Fasten your seatbelts!”
–Le Nouvel Observateur

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Product Details

  • Paperback: 464 pages
  • Publisher: Del Rey (May 20 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 034549993X
  • ISBN-13: 978-0345499936
  • Product Dimensions: 20.7 x 14.1 x 2.6 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 358 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #1,346,044 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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From Publishers Weekly

In this labored vision of a future dystopia, amnesiac Sergei Plotkin finds himself torn between the mission planted in his brain by unknown overlords and the desire to protect his creator. As he travels through computer-controlled UniWorld, Plotkin slowly regains conflicting memories and learns he is meant to kill Grand Junction spaceport's mayor. While plotting homicide and investigating illegal Christians, Plotkin meets Vivian McNellis, whose genetic abnormalities give her an angel's power to rewrite the world. Learning that Vivian created him and is now dying from exposure to her metaphysical opposite, Plotkin abandons his mission, determined to eliminate the threat and save Vivian's life. Dantec, winner of France's Prix de I'Imaginaire for Les racines du mal, writes harsh, choppy prose—not improved by Kover's translation—and the convoluted plot often grinds to a halt amid technical jargon, discourse on society's devolution and abstruse narrative philosophy. (May)
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UNIMANITY

Every creature, and every single thing that is said, comes from but one Name.
- The Sefer Yetsirah

Zero: Control Interface

OFF/ON:

At the instant the world was born, it was divided in two.

On one side: light. Red. Red like the monochromatic beam cadenced at fifteen billion times per second, more commonly called LASER-Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation, that which reads- writes data in all media using the Boolean encoding of binary numbers- an ember boring a single, enormous point; one that is colossal; titanic. So vast that its exact size is impossible to calculate, for, indeed, it is all space.

This is the 3 degrees Kelvin background noise that blankets the universe. It is the primordial light that precedes all creation.

On the other side: matter. White. White like the sclera of an eye, the organ directly linked to the human brain by the optic nerve-which is nothing more than an extension of the cortex to the outside-and whose diopter is scrutinized by the ray of red light, filling all the space the said organ can perceive. The refractive system of the human ocular globe is composed principally of an iris, behind which is a biconvex crystalline lens where air and cornea meet. Faced with light of such intensity, the iris automatically attempts to close almost completely, constricting the pupil to nothing-but the red light is still there, because a tiny, delicate mechanism of carbon-carbon veins linked to a minute frontal vacuum implant keeps the pupil open, keeps the eyelid from blinking, and then there is nothing but this red intensity, this red world, pure light etched on the white of the eye. Between the two parts of the world there are luminous shadows, the shining shadows of the digital operation that turns both matter and light into a number. For millions of years, the human eye has captured light. From now on, light will be the captor.

Welcome to the Technological Genesis. Welcome to its beyond, its terminal horizon. Welcome to the world of the ubermachine. Remember that a machine is, above all, a network of disconnections.

The monochromatic ray reads the entire surface of the retina, gradually etching an image of the object it scrutinizes onto a cybernetic memory. This is its function. It controls.

The ray is ejected from a standard-model, UniPol-approved ruby microcannon, which is linked to a small data processor. This machine is linked in turn to the vast planetary information-storage network, and can compare the information encoded in the global control metasystem with the millions of nerve cells that make up each and every human eye in a matter of seconds. This is its task. The light has a job.

As does everything that exists today.

The light is a cop.

It's the same with the eye scrutinized by the machine. Yes-the eye, too, has a job. At this moment, its job is to fool the searching ray of light and the computer that acts as its brain. A brain that is, truth be told, superior to most of the human brains, with their optic nerves in contact daily with the light.

The organic globule is checked by the machine-light's reading. Its iris-which, like all irises, is absolutely unique-has an optic print that is as distinctive as a fingerprint. Its iris is, in point of fact, wrong.

In the UHU/RUS K-127 database, the machine control will compare this human iris encoded by the light-cop with its seven million counterparts kept on file by the Universal Police, and will find its specific identity.

In this particular case, the case of Sergei Diego Dimitrievitch Plotkin, born on September 19, 2001, at 10:17 p.m. in Irkutsk, eastern Siberia, to Carmen Lopez Chatwyn and Dimitri Vassilievitch Plotkin, this profusion of information conceals the fact that Sergei Diego Dimitrievitch Plotkin does not exist.

Or, rather, he does not exist yet.

On one side of the world, at the end of a ray of red light, electronic components transmit micropackets of energy along a network of logical operators that allow a specialized recognition program to draw matrices where the data received from the light-cop, on one hand, and the data stored in the Human Universe databases, on the other hand, are compared one-to-one at several million units per millisecond.

It is the culmination of an entire evolutionary cycle, and of several decades of rapid regression: a return to the primitive jungle, even to the Ocean Matrix; nothing is differentiated, nothing can be. All is in flux; the world never existed. In any case, at the moment, if it does exist, it moves in a spectral place whose distinguishing feature is that it always seems more real than reality itself.

On the other side of the world: the optic extremity of a brain whose standard-size cranium has a volume of around 1,350 cubic centimeters, covered with a layer of "natural"-that is, kept young via an organic capillary implant-black hair, which sits atop a human form 1.83 meters high and weighing 85 kilos and 202 grams. According to the available data, the biological structure just described is officially fifty-six years old, but several transgenic rejuvenation treatments have rendered its cellular age almost half that.

This human creature knows it exists, but just barely. It is hardly more self-aware than the white of the eye across which the red digital encoding microbeam glides.

The structure is dressed in a suit of gray Diacra with red-orange glints and a shirt of cloned cotton whose color falls within the range of pale yellow hues identifiable by the verification scanner attached to the automated security portal that has already searched the human creature beneath its clothing.

The human creature waits.

It waits for the light-cop to finish its job.

It remains standing, on one side of the world. On the side of the world reserved for those who are scrutinized by tubes of red light. On the human side of the world.

On the other side of the world, the machine side, they work. They compare retinal structures and ocular prints. They work very fast, because there are many optic prints stored, and every day there are many humans to examine.

We are inside Control Interface.

We have only just arrived.

We, he, you, I-it doesn't matter which. His personality is artifice. His ocular print is artifice. A large part of his body is artifice.

A large part of his existence is artifice.

For now, he waits.

He waits, like thousands of others he cannot see. Thousands of others isolated in their airlocks all along the concentric rings of the terminal's arrival arch.

Right now, he can see nothing but red light.

And he waits for the light to finish its work. For the light to check his ocular print. For the machine to compare it with the others in the database. For the system to identify him as Mr. Plotkin.

He waits for the system to be wrong.

Then, abruptly, the divided world is reunited.

The light disappears.

Reality replaces it.

And reality, in the first place, is a message transmitted directly to his optic nerve. His neurolinguistic implant, run by the Control Center, projects the words:

UNIWORLD

ONE WORLD FOR ALL-ONE GOD FOR EACH

In staccato pixilated letters, the airport control program's text scrolls across his retina:

SECURITY CONTROL BAR 18-H-PLEASE GO TO YOUR SECTOR'S BIO- DECONTAMINATION AIRLOCK-PLEASE FOLLOW THE ORANGE ARROWS

These appear on the cold neon-blue walls of the astroport's Grand Hall, which has replaced the still-fresh inferno of the newborn red world. The airlock door has just slid open.

In this instant when the world, it seems, is being born a second time, there is nothing but ordered chaos. Colors correspond to signs; signs give directions, behavior, the existence of foreign objects, spaces yet to be discovered.

Like the Bio-decontamination Airlock.

Control Interface, which regulates the international terminal's entries and exits, is in fact the only living organism in this place. This cybernetic organism was made to order for an average-size astroport and can process several hundred thousand travelers a day. It is a sociobiological brain that works nonstop; it divides and operates without the slightest discontinuity-except that of the digital.

Here, as you follow the orange arrows toward another floor of the Interface, you begin to see that the place is populated by human beings. A window-lined corridor leads from Ocular Identification Control to the Bio-decontamination Airlock. It is only now that you realize there are thousands of you, each in a sterile glassed-in tube, standing on a rolling walkway where an orange light shines, moving slowly upward in the direction of the next concentric ring.

The Bio-decontamination Airlock is a rectangular space whose walls, ceiling, and floor are uniformly white-so matte a white as to be nearly the gray hue of concrete. Blue-white light glares coldly from an overhead fixture. In the center of the room is a circle of white foam. Several anodized-aluminum machines gleam dully along the walls, their ashy luster reminiscent of weaponry. Above the white foam circle, which is etched with two human footprints-the universal symbol telling one where to stand-there is a wide tube where bluish filaments of light writhe and crackle along its honeycombed surface, seemingly sketching the outlines of a human body, the quantum shadow of he who must now match this icon of pure, searching radiance.

The instructions the Interface now sends to the optic nerve of the traveler identified as Sergei Plotkin are clear, concise, and imperative.

The tube, honeycombed with luminescence, descends from the ceiling until it lands upright, covering him where he stands on the foam disk.

Blue-white phosphorescence, like icy sunlight, dances and hums against his body. He feels tiny, invisible intrusions within him- brief stabs of heat in his pelvic area and upward along his spinal column to the base of his ...

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5.0 out of 5 stars deep look at a grim future May 24 2008
By Harriet Klausner - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Paperback
The war to end all wars seems an accurate description as sometime in the near future, the hostilities devastated the planet leaving one and half billion survivors to scurry for sustenance on a planet none recognize. Cities are dead and continents radically altered as rising oceans pushed the coastline inland. Multiple nations vanished and there is one world-wide ruling government through a humongous computer network that tracks the movement of everyone.

The Russian-American Mafia assigns Red Star Order assassin Sergei Diego Plotkin to travel from Russia to Grand Junction, but to do so he must cross security checkpoints where his memories would betray his mission to kill the town mayor Orville Blackburn. Thus much of his recall is erased as the mob needs to make an example of the mayor for breaking his pledge to them. He arrives in Grand Junction, site of one of the last operating cosmodromes where one can purchase a Golden Track (ticket) on a space ship to the Orbital Rim, Mars or Luna colonies. Plotkin and his AI Melatron plan the scheme including who will take the fall for the assassination. Then he meets dying Vivian McNellis; he revises his mission to get her to the rim though his employers will come after him.

This post apocalypse tale plays two themes. First there is the paid hitman who will remind readers of the Schwarzenegger character in the movie Total Recall; Vivian makes him a better person, but she also is much more and much less than she seems. Besides the lead characters with a support cast that showcases the pair and their environment, there is also an overarching somewhat in the background theme of a dying earth. Readers will relish this deep look at a grim future yet there remains a glimmer of hope that a Divine Plan is at work.

Harriet Klausner
4 of 5 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Masterpiece May 29 2008
By Marco Herreras - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Paperback
I have not read the english translation but the original in french, a few years ago; I hope the translation is up to the task, since Dantec's use of the language is almost joycean and unique.
This is (imho) without doubt Maurice Dantec's best work, along with Grand Junction, the following novel which closes the story (although each can be read separately and there is by no means a "to be continued" effect at the end of Cosmos Incorporated).
There are some obvious influences and tributes here, like William Gibson and Philip K. Dick, but also a lot of less obvious, less popular ones, and maybe much more enriching, like Gunther Anders, Michel Houellebecq, Jean Baudrillard or Moebius&Jodorowski, and even Duns Scott.
This is not your typical mass market science-fiction/crime fiction novel. It features a complex plot with a staggering richly textured and coherent universe, where not a single detail is missing; geography, geopolitics, moeurs, neologisms, quotes; they all help to actually feel the world of 2057 Dantec is bringing to us.
This a breaking work, outstanding and almost defying categorization;
I would say it is one of the best science-fiction books I've ever read; definitely a novel worth reading, and a cornerstone of true 21st century original literature.
6 of 9 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars The English does perfect justice to the French May 29 2008
By Francophile - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Paperback
I've just devoured the book and am happy to say that the English translation lives up to the French original in every way. It's gorgeously written and captures the unique quality of Dantec's prose; rough and choppy one minute, beautifully descriptive and dreamy the next. The plot itself is a slow build and reading the climax is like reaching the crest of a wave and being flooded with realization and appreciation of the full impact of the book's message. It is part science fiction, part philosophy, part theology. I would rate it as one of the most important works of sci-fi of the millennium so far. Five stars...plus!
5.0 out of 5 stars Great book! Nov. 28 2013
By santiago - Published on Amazon.com
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Vivid and solid not so far future , fascinating high tec nuances, a killer travels across the laserosphera hidding in his dna some secret program to Access his way to the target. Mutants, zombis, russians and islam inc. mafia. Pornography of social engineering at its most.
Traslation is good. Great book, great autor; i hope Dantec works are translated to spanish soon.
2 of 8 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars Terrible Book. Don't waste your money. Aug. 29 2008
By Ansible - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Paperback
I really tried with this book, but after 244 pages I still have no idea what is going on.

I read a lot of Sci Fi. I love Sci Fi. But this book took 200 pages just to finally define the premise it is based on. You have a person who has no history coming to a city where he is supposed to assassinate someone. Then he finds out he was created from someone's mind when she conjured him up as part of her effort to move herself and her brother from some prison camp in Asia to a city in North America. She dreams it and all of a sudden she is not longer in the prison camp and has moved into a hotel halfway around the world.

Besides this ridiculous premise, there are pages and pages of prose that make no sense. Save your money.
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