- Taschenbuch: 368 Seiten
- Verlag: Pocket Books/Star Trek (28. März 2017)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 1501151703
- ISBN-13: 978-1501151705
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 10,5 x 2,5 x 17,1 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 3 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 17.853 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Section 31: Control (Star Trek) (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 28. März 2017
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David Mack is the award-winning and New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty novels of science fiction, fantasy, and adventure, including the Star Trek Destiny and Cold Equations trilogies. His writing credits span several media, including television (for episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), film, short fiction, and comic books. He resides in New York City.
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Star Trek: Section 31: Control
Stunned, bleeding, and falling like a stone, Julian Bashir was half-conscious when he and Sarina Douglas struck the ring-shaped metal platform. She landed on her back with a brutal thud. He crashed down on his right side and heard his ulna break. The fractured bone tore through flesh and fabric, flooding his arm with pain.
He struggled to breathe. His nose was broken, and his lips were swollen and split. He rolled onto his back to get the weight off his broken arm. Above him loomed the auxiliary control center of Memory Alpha’s main computer tower. Beyond the platform, the Federation archive’s underground city of core towers, each over two hundred meters tall and fifty meters in diameter, stretched away in concentric rings and vanished into the far unlit unknown.
All Bashir wanted to do was succumb to fatigue. Defensive wounds on his forearms stung with fresh cuts, and the sickening pain blooming deep within his torso told him he was bleeding inside. He doubted he could stand, much less force himself to endure a one-handed climb up the ladder to the facility’s main console.
Turning his head to look at his left hand was agony, but it had to be done. He opened his fist to see the data chip he had fought so hard to protect. It was intact, which was more than he could say for his palm. The chip’s corners had cut into his flesh because he had clutched it with such ferocity. He tucked the precious chip into one of his pressure suit’s chest pockets.
I didn’t come this far to quit here, he told himself.
Trying to sit up made his head swim. He rolled onto his left side and fought to push himself away from the metal grating. Get up. Get up!
His pulse thundered in his temples and made his skull feel as if it were being broken open from within. Probably a concussion, he realized. His suspicion was confirmed by a nascent urge to vomit. No time for that now. Have to keep moving.
Raised edges on the steel deck’s diamond-shaped grating bit into his knees and palm as he crawled to the ladder. He locked his one good hand on a rung and looked back at Sarina. She lay still, twisted and pallid. There was no time to assess her injuries; only minutes remained for Bashir to finish the mission that had brought him here—his first and perhaps last chance to strike the deathblow that would end the vile cabal he knew as Section 31.
He knew he should climb, but his heart demanded he go back to help Sarina. In spite of the ticking clock, he couldn’t forget he loved her. How much he would always love her.
Bashir let go of the ladder and looked back, but his conscience halted him. If I go to her now . . . how many more will die because I was selfish? This mission was bigger than her life, or his. Too much was at stake.
With his one good hand, he climbed the ladder. His broken right arm dangled, useless and vulnerable. Stabbing sensations filled his gut as he pulled himself upward. It took all his will to keep his grip on the rungs and continue his ascent; his body was desperate to give in, surrender to gravity, and plunge into the shadowy abyss between the core towers.
By the time he reached the apex of the ladder and clawed his way onto the control center’s upper level, he was delirious with exhaustion. He spent a moment on his knees, fighting to catch his breath. Ahead of him, at the end of a twenty-meter catwalk, was the auxiliary control panel of the main core. Bathed in icy blue light, it beckoned him. A glance at his wrist chrono confirmed he had barely two minutes to reach the console and finish this war.
He reached up and seized the catwalk’s railing. Every muscle in his body burned in protest as he pulled himself to his feet. Holding the railing to steady himself, he plodded forward. Each step shook drops of blood from the broken bones of his right arm.
The closer he got to the main console, the softer his vision became. He hoped to remain conscious long enough to complete his task, one staggering in its simplicity: all he had to do was insert the data chip into the secure input node on the console. The embedded software on the chip would do the rest.
If only we could have uploaded this remotely, instead of having to carry it into the most heavily guarded data archive in the galaxy—
The dull pressure of a punch was followed by a knifing pain between Bashir’s shoulder blades—ice-cold at first, then white-hot. He couldn’t see the dagger in his back, but he knew for a fact it was there.
Bashir tried to soldier on, only to find he could no longer feel his legs. They buckled under him as if they were made of rubber. He used his left arm to break his fall, but his bearded chin slammed onto the catwalk’s steel plates.
So close . . . The console was just a couple of meters away. Bashir fought to pull himself forward, his bruised and slashed left arm laboring to drag his entire body weight the length of two long strides that suddenly might as well be two light-years.
Behind him, halting steps echoed on the catwalk.
At the base of the console Bashir fished the data chip from his pocket. Clutching it, he extended his blood-caked hand toward the console’s secure input terminal only to find it stubbornly out of reach. To finish his mission, he needed to stand one last time.
The side of his hand found the console’s edge, but he couldn’t pull himself to his feet. He lost his grip and fell to the deck with his back to the console, facing his slowly approaching enemy, the agent of his imminent destruction.
In that moment Bashir realized two terrible truths.
His mission had failed, and he was about to die.
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But I'm conflicted by the revelation about the origins of a united Earth and humanity and the origins of the Federation. This is the ultimate retcon of the Star Trek Universe created by Gene Roddenberry. Everything he envisioned about humanity being united, about Earth finally at peace and becoming a utopian paradise with no crime and poverty, of an Earth at the heart of the United Federation of Planets expanding outward through peace and exploration ... all of that is based on a lie. One big fat lie! No spoilers but reading this book and the great secret at the heart of it all that began over 200 years ago at the very dawn of the Federation made me a bit disillusion about the whole Star Trek Universe now! In the Star Trek Deep Space Nine episode 'For the Cause' where Michael Eddington defected to the Maquis, he said that the Federation was worse than the Borg, that the Federation's expansion throughout the galaxy was insidious. After reading this book, I think Eddington was right.
Being the nitpicky Trekker that I am however, I would rate Control at 4.5 stars (rounded up) due to a few aspects of the story/plot that I didn't much care for. First and foremost is the characterizations. I've enjoyed all the David Mack books I've read, he particularly excels at action and suspense, but the only character I would say was an accurate representation from the shows' is Garak. Even his own characters (namely L'Haan) seemed too humanized and inconsistent throughout the story and/or previous works.
Then there's of course Uraei. While I think the concept of an AI in this context was a wonderful idea that made for great storytelling, I just don't find it very plausible when looking at ST as a whole. As I read I kept considering moments in the films and television where the inclusion of Uraei doesn't make sense. I didn't come up with as many as I thought I would, but the near omniscience that Uraei was built up to be simply doesn't account for every situation in the franchise or story. Also, there seems to be a sort of writing trap with making artificial intelligence too human-like. Why would an emotionless machine feel the need to taunt, torture, and brain-wash someone when he/she can simply be replaced? If Uraei can apparently predict events decades in advance with near-perfect accuracy why would it have an asset kill itself, yet be so arrogant that it doesn't prepare for an end-game situation logically?
Despite those criticisms, there were plenty more positive points to genuinely say Control was a very entertaining read for Trek fans and spy thriller aficionados alike. The tone is spot on and the pacing doesn't let you rest for a single moment. I would recommend reading the other S31 novels that's come before Control in the DS9 series first, as well as which ever book Data returns in, but there's little issue with jumping right into this one.
First of all, it should be said that it's a very well written book, whatever you end up thinking about the plot twist that changes everything (and it does.) It feels like a great conclusion to the Section 31 series and a beginning of the next one. Whether or not they continue writing in this plotline, it's come to a conclusion in SOME way, and I think readers will agree. There's lots of action and suspense. The characters are great. The biggest drawback was the same thing it's been throughout the entire Section 31 series-- Sarina Douglas is just an awful, weak character, and it's impossible to believe she ever really cares about Julian-- and yes, that's a problem when the plot ends up hinging on how genuine their feelings for each other really are. But without giving anything away, you will feel at the end of this book that you have the explanation for what Section 31 really was, who was running it, why it existed in the first place, and much more. The book ends on a rather pessimistic note, but it feels realistic.
Now, for the spoiler-y part...
The existence of the Star Trek universe is based on manipulation and computer spying. All that wonderful universal peace and humanity's problems solved... well, it rests on everyone being spied on all the time. But was that all worth it, considering what the UFP got in return? What makes this narrative twist so fascinating is that by the end of the book, you do not know whether the answer is yes or no. Planets that refused anything which would have facilitated the computer spying have terrible poverty and suffering while a few rich people get all the benefits. Maybe the price really WAS worth it. I'm still not sure, although it's safe to say that the bargain never would have worked out in the actual reality we all have to live in once we put down the book. The most fascinating thing of all, though, is that we finally h ave an explanation for why everything always worked out so perfectly for Kirk, Picard, Janeway et al!! And it wasn't because it was "only a movie" or "only a TV show" or "only a fictional universe." Strings were always being pulled behind the scenes.
Okay, that's the end of the spoilers... basically, I would say that this is such a good book and raises such fascinating issues that everyone should read it, and not just Star Trek fans, either. But be prepared.
So "Control" gets an A (almost an A-) but regardless it is definitely worth reading. I've already read it twice.