Radio Freefall

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		Radio Freefall
		Radio Freefall

基本信息·出版社：Tor Books
·页码：320 页
·出版日期：2007年08月
·ISBN：0765317842
·International Standard Book Number：0765317842
·条形码：9780765317841
·EAN：9780765317841
·装帧：精装
·正文语种：英语

内容简介 In the tradition of Robert A. Heinlein's The Moon is a Harsh Mistress but with a healthy dose of cyberpunk: Radio Freefall is about a plot to take over the Earth by power-mad, sociopathic computer-geek billionaire, Walter Cheeseman. It's up to a strange cast of rock stars and oddballs to stop him. Aqualung, a mysterious blues musician who also has superhuman tech skills, might be the catalyst for the resistance--or he might just be the pawn of artificial intelligences. To thwart the takeover, the orbitals and the moon colonies secede from Earth. And then something like the Singularity happens, but no one is quite sure. This is a novel of cyberpunk and rock and roll, of technology, artificial intelligence, and wild riffs off of Heinlein all mixed into an explosive debut. Matthew Jarpe launches his SF career with a bang!
作者简介 MATTHEW JARPE lives in Quincy, Massachusetts.
专业书评 From Publishers Weekly

Rock and roll and old-school hard SF go together like peanut butter and jelly in Jarpe's debut novel. At 53, Aqualung is an old man on the rock scene, but his voice and the Machine, a device that uses low energy sound waves to tweak the emotions of the audience, have made the Snake Vendors an overnight sensation. Brilliant Web guru and computer architect Quin Taber is determined to discover the origins of the Digital Carnivore, an AI virus Taber calls the Robin Hood of file-sharing daemons; the Sheriff of Nottingham part is played by megalomaniacal Walter Cheeseman, head of the all-powerful information purveyor WebCense. When Quin learns that Aqualung is one of the Digital Carnivore's original designers, the rock star becomes a target. Running for his life, Aqualung finds sanctuary on the orbital space station Freefall, which becomes the front line in the battle between Cheeseman's forces and the independent-minded folks of Freefall and the moon colony Luna. Fans of Nirvana, Buddy Holly and Heinlein's The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress will gladly soak up the Spandex and Doc Martens atmosphere. (Aug.)
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From Booklist

In 2032 the governments of Earth are on the verge of global unification. An omnipresent, artificially intelligent virus called the Digital Carnivore watches over the Internet. And the reins of ultimate world domination are about to be seized by billionaire computer geek Walter Cheeseman. Standing in his way, however, are Quin Taber, an ex-employee of Cheeseman's corporation who is investigating the Digital Carnivore's origins, and Aqualung, an aging, eccentric rock star whose rising success in the music world owes much to a mysterious outlaw past. When Taber discovers that Aqualung played a founding role in the Digital Carnivore's genesis, the rocker flees to Earth's orbital space station, Freefall. Along with the independence-spirited moon colony Luna, Aqualung and Freefall quickly constitute the rebel army battling Cheeseman's drive to unification. Jarpe's masterfully crafted debut fires on all cylinders, offering a winning combination of Heinleinesque wit and mind-bending technological speculation that should garner major attention during the next awards season. Hays, Carl
文摘 Chapter One There’s an old man, looking backward, At the dreams he used to have, At the life he thought he’d lead, At the young man he once was, looking forward . . .  SEX LETHAL, “TAKE TIME” STONES FROM THE WALL, METAMORPHOSIS Records, 2027 Aqualung sat in the pit, surrounded by computers, engineering boards, keyboards both alphanumeric and musical, little winking lights, dials, buttons, rocker switches, and sliders. He had a bottle of twenty-five-year-old single-malt Scotch nestled between his legs. There was no one else in the room. The only sound was the hum of the air handlers, and somewhere, in a distant hallway, the opening chords to “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple. As Aqualung settled the vidimask on his face, he got his first look at the Undersea Arena, where forty thousand souls had come to hear him play. It took a few seconds to get used to the compressed fish-eye view the cameras fed him, but he had designed the interface to be interpretable by the human mind. He toggled sound. He loved the sound of a crowd anticipating a show. The Undersea Arena was a plastic dome under the Pacific. Light from the westering sun filtered dimly to these depths. Powerful spotlights stabbed through the murky waters, occasionally glinting off a fishy shape. Inside the dome, molded plastic seats marched halfway up the curving walls. The sound system was central, needing only the perfect acoustics of an inverted dome to reach the cheap seats. The bass was fed right through the struts and plastic shell. Aqualung’s view was limited to the seats themselves, now slowly filling with warm bodies. He kept the zoom down to the minimum, taking the shape and feel and sound of the crowd. The vidimask made it feel like they were taking their seats inside his head. In
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