The Cassandra Project - Couverture rigide

McDevitt, Jack; Resnick, Mike

Couverture rigide

ISBN 10 : 1937008711 ISBN 13 : 9781937008710

Editeur : Ace Hardcover, 2012

Synopsis

Two science fiction masters--Jack McDevitt and Mike Resnick--team up to deliver a classic thriller in which one man uncovers the secret history of the US space program... Early in his career, Jerry Culpepper could never have been accused of being idealistic. Doing public relations--even for politicians--was strictly business...until he was hired as NASA's public affairs director and discovered a client he could believe in. Proud of the agency's history and sure of its destiny, he was thrilled to be a part of its future--a bright era of far-reaching space exploration. But public disinterest and budget cuts changed that future. Now, a half century after the first moon landing, Jerry feels like the only one with stars--and unexplored planets and solar systems--in his eyes. Still, Jerry does his job, trying to drum up interest in the legacy of the agency. Then a fifty-year-old secret about the Apollo XI mission is revealed, and he finds himself embroiled in the biggest controversy of the twenty-first century, one that will test his ability--and his willingness--to spin the truth about a conspiracy of reality-altering proportions...

A propos du livre

Extrait :

It was probably a sign of the times that the biggest science story of the twenty first century, and probably the biggest ever, broke in that tabloid of tabloids, The National Bedrock. It might have gone unnoticed had an enterprising reporter not launched it into the middle of a press conference intended to be a quiet, nostalgic celebration of NASA’s accomplishments over a span of sixty years. And to get everyone’s mind off the fact that the Agency was now looking at a closing of the doors. In any case, when it first happened, nobody recognized it for what it was.

NASA’s public affairs director, Jerry Culpepper, was in total control, fielding questions, returning glowing responses, admitting that, yes, we knew the Agency had fallen on hard economic times, as had the rest of the country, but there was much to commemorate, much to feel good about, and that was where our attention should be focused on this historic day.

It was July 20, 2019, exactly fifty years since Apollo XI had touched down on the Moon. Jerry stood before a large canvas depicting Neil Armstrong, Michael Collins, and Buzz Aldrin, gathered around a control panel, looking down at a lunar landscape. Jerry, carried away by the emotions of the day, was riding with them.

The event was being held just off the lobby, in a room that would be dedicated to exhibits from that first landing. Space helmets, moon rocks, astronaut uniforms, and the logbook (signed by each of the astronauts) would be on display. Photos of a Saturn V, a lunar module, the Kennedy Space Center, the Sea of Tranquility, adorned the walls. They set a high standard for us,” he said, speaking of the eighteen astronauts who’d made the six lunar flights. It was a statement he immediately regretted, because it overlooked the legion of men and women who’d ridden the big rockets before and since, who’d put their lives on the line and, in some cases, had made the supreme sacrifice. He thought about correcting himself but could see no way to do it gracefully. So he moved on, talking without notes, and finished with a line he’d often used in guest appearances: As long as we remember who we are, they will not be forgotten.”

He looked out over his audience and spread his hands. Questions?”

Hands went up all over the room. Diane.” That was Diane Brookover, of The New York Times.

Jerry didn’t care much for Diane. She was okay in a routine social setting, but she enjoyed trying to make him look foolish. Of course, that was true of reporters in general, but she was particularly good at it, especially when she smiled. She was smiling then. Whatever. Best to get her out of the way early. Jerry,” she said, why does the government need a NASA Hall of Fame when they already have one for the astronauts? I mean, aren’t you really putting this thing up simply to distract attention from the fact that NASA’s closing down?”

We’re not closing down, Diane,” he said. It’s true, we’ve entered an era of austerity. No one’s denying that, but we’ll still be here when your grandkids show up to take one of the tours. Look, there are good times and bad. That’s inevitable. We’ll ride this one out, as we always have. As to the Hall itself, the astronauts have, since the beginning, been our go to guys, the people out front. The problem is that they are so significant, and so visible, we tend to miss others who’ve also made major

contributions the scientists, the engineers, the computer specialists. We’re a team. We’ve always been a team. From the first day, back in 1960. Without the support people, the ones behind the scenes, the achievements of the past sixty years would never have happened. So the Hall of Fame is a way for us to recognize everybody, including some major contributors the public has never really known about.”

Jerry was quiet and shy except when he had an audience. Then it seemed as if a different personality took over. He smiled easily, connected with everyone, and enjoyed his work. It was a valuable capability, especially in those rapidly darkening times.

The hands went up again. He looked over at Quil Everett, from NBC. Quil was tall, lanky, prematurely gray, with a vaguely British accent. Jerry, where do you think NASA will be in ten years?” Jerry glanced at the ceiling, as if NASA were headed for the stars. Quil, if you can tell me what the fiscal situation will be for the government, I could probably answer that question with some precision. If we get the resources, I think you’d be surprised at what we might accomplish. If not, at the very worst, we’ll be right here, waiting for the future to arrive.”

Barry Westcott, from USA Today, was next. Jerry,” he said, when Gene Cernan brought the last Moon mission home, he was turning out the lights on the entire American manned space effort. Wouldn’t you agree that’s exactly what happened, just that it’s taken a long time for us to realize it? The biggest thing we’ve done since has been to send robots around the solar system.”

That brought a deadly silence. Let’s keep in mind,” Jerry said, that it wasn’t Cernan who turned off the lights. It was Richard Nixon. The Agency was ready to move on. But we were caught in a war, there was no money available. And the truth is that we had a president who really didn’t care that much.” That was over the line. He wasn’t supposed to criticize presidents, past or current, but thinking about Nixon alwaysgot his blood pressure up.

And the moment arrived: Warren Cole lifted a hand. Cole was from the AP, and he was seated in his customary spot up front, frowning, staring down at something on his lap. It looked like a copy of one of those garish tabloids,

Jerry,” he said in a warning tone, have you seen the current copy of The National Bedrock?”

The press officer smiled politely. No, I haven’t, Warren. Guess I missed it this week.”

They have a story about some of the material put out by NASA a few days ago.”

The Agency had released a mountain of documents, audios, and videos going back to its first year, tracking the history of the U. S. space effort. Jerry had been looking through them that morning. Building his sense of what might have been. He’d seen a copy of the original 1960 message distributed through the armed forces seeking volunteers for an astronaut program. The video of John Kennedy speaking to Congress in 1961, promising that we would land on the Moon before the

end of the decade. Walter Cronkite describing the liftoff of Apollo XI. And boxes of documents recording everything, from ordering the upgrading of computers at the Johnson Space Center in Houston to detailed reports on the losses of theChallenger and Columbia, and the deaths of Roger Chaffee, Virgil Gus” Grissom, and Edward White in a training accident.

There’s a lot of stuff there, Warren,” he said. Is there something specific you’re interested in?”

He got to his feet. May I play something for you? From the audios?”

Sure. But keep it short, okay?”

Cole held up a gooseberry. They recorded part of a conversation between Sidney Myshko, who was the commander on one of the early lunar flights, and Mission Control. It was an orbital mission in January 1969. Six months before Neil Armstrong landed on the Moon. There’s only a minute or two, and it’s packaged with a lot of other communications. But this one segment is particularly interesting. The first voice is Myshko’s. And you should be aware that the mission at that time had

reached the Moon and was in orbit.” He thumbed the device.

Myshko: Houston, approaching launch point.

Houston: You are go for launch.

Myshko: Four minutes.

Houston: Copy that.

Myshko: It’s incredible, Houston.

Houston: Keep in mind we are going to lose communications when you pass over the horizon.

Myshko: Roger that. (Pause) We are in the LEM. Ready to go.

Houston: Good luck, guys.

Jerry frowned. He couldn’t get past the first line. Approaching

launch point.”

Jerry, this is supposed to be strictly an orbital flight. And it’s several

months before Apollo XI. But they’re talking as if they’re getting ready to go down to the surface.”

That can’t be right, Warren.”

Want me to play it again?” The place had gone dead silent.

Please.”

“We are in the LEM.” The LEM, the Lunar Excursion Module, was the vehicle that would have served as the lander had they been going to the surface. Ready to go.”

Warren,” said Jerry, there’s obviously a communications breakdown

there somewhere.”

Cole lifted the gooseberry. Stared at it. I guess. Can you explain

how a breakdown like that could have occurred?”

Jerry tried laughing. I’d say it was a joke. In case any reporters were listening.”

Seriously, Jerry.”

All right. Look, this is the first time I’ve heard this. So I have no way of knowing what was going on. I suspect they were...

Biographie de l'auteur :

Jack McDevitt is a former naval officer, taxi driver, English teacher, customs officer, and motivational trainer, and is now a full-time writer. His novel Seeker won a Nebula Award, and he is a multiple Nebula Award finalist. He lives in Georgia with his wife, Maureen.

Mike Resnick has won five Hugos (from a record thirty-five nominations), a Nebula, and other major awards in the US, France, Japan, Spain, Croatia, and Poland. He’s the author of sixty-eight novels, more than two hundred and fifty short stories, and two screenplays, and is the editor of forty anthologies. His work has been translated into twenty-five languages.

À propos de cette édition

• Éditeur: Ace Hardcover
• Date d'édition: 2012
• ISBN 10: 1937008711
• ISBN 13: 9781937008710
• Reliure: Relié
• Nombre de pages: 400