They called themselves the Consciousness.
Following the faint but telltale leakage of gravity from one universe to another, they’d detected the circle of whirling masses as they opened a passageway between the ’branes, emerging in a four-dimensional space subtly different from other, known realities. They were working now to create a permanent gateway between universes, creating girders and connectors spanning light years, coaxing solid light from the vacuum energy itself, anchoring suns, mining starcores, imbedding the structural components within the fabric of spacetime itself.
Just when we thought the ante couldn’t be upped any further.
Halfway through a 9-book series, you can’t help but wonder what the author will do to keep things fresh. Here, humanity has (inevitably) split into two factions, those who continue to oppose the Sh’daar Collective, and those who believe that since they appear to be unstoppable it is best to join them and accede to their demands.
Nothing like a civil war when already embroiled in a galaxy-wide conflict. Douglas keeps things interesting by introducing new technologies and additional (non-affiliated) outside aliens into an already heady cocktail.
I was especially intrigued by the application of recombinant memetics as a medium- to long-term offensive tool as depicted here. Propaganda and social, or cultural, engineering is not a new concept (simply look around you, or open up your social media platform of choice), but in a futuristic fictional setting, well…
With enough data, however, plus the computational power and a delicate touch, it was possible to subvert entire populations. Global Net sampling and data mining, the manipulation of databases, and the precise, electronic subversion of entertainment and news media to introduce new memes to a social equation . . . some argued that these now were the most fundamental weapons in the human arsenal.
One species of new aliens introduced here makes for some of the grimmest scenes in the series so far, as far as human suffering is concerned.
The White Covenant was meaningless here. Faced with such horror, such helplessness, people were going to invoke their gods no matter what the impropriety, no matter what the law might have to say about it.
Dark Matter is not just about big explosions in space, it’s an entry that wants to make you think, and in fact re-think some of the events that went before.
“But . . . but intelligent species know better. . . .”
“That is a cultural preference, Commander. Not an absolute.”
This novel starts muddying the water, to the extent that it becomes unclear just who is in the right, and who is in the wrong, and whether that matters. Something really exciting: is it just me or are there some Lovecraftian elements creeping in?
“Hold formation! All fighters, hold formation!”
And finally, when it comes down to it (as you know it will), the author perfectly captures the terror of combat in deep space, against completely unknown odds.