‘By the time we reach Pluto, the communications delay will be nine hours roundtrip.’
Kansas born author B.C.CHASE is both a composer of music and of fantasy novels His parents' work as missionaries took him to Turkey at the age of seven. While living there, he began a life-long love affair with computers and began to use them in the orchestration of his compositions. There he also wrote his first book, Leviathan. He moved to Germany for education in 2000 and became deeply interested in European history-specifically about World War II. He completed his first symphony in 2003. Wishing for a sunnier climate, he settled in Florida. Here, he completed work on a screenplay and finished a fantasy epic called the STORY OF SANTA CLAUS in 2008. Seeking to undertake a serious study in anthropology, he researched and wrote the nonfiction book The 2010 Thesis. He completed a theatrical dramatization of the birth of Christ with 16 major musical pieces in 2012. In 2014, he published the first part of the novel, Origin of Paradise, to instant success, and has been an award winning author since. He continues to compose music, write theatrical dramatizations of the birth of Christ and begin his spin on genetic engineering and technothrillers. All this before the age of 30! His scientific themes and mastery of suspense are quickly earning him a reputation as the next Michael Crichton.
There is merit in adding author’s notes that reference the novel at hand. BC acknowledges this with the following – ‘While I have aimed for a high level of scientific accuracy in this book, I would characterize the orbital mechanics as very loosely estimated and certainly exaggerated in terms of speed (with the arrival of spacecraft at certain locations at certain times roughly calculated by myself and, in most instances, not accounting for deceleration due to heliocentric gravity). For the dates and times that I do list, the positions of the planets or other bodies at such times as described by the characters are accurate. The technical details and operational procedures of various spacecraft and the space station are accurate, according to the information I had at the time. In everything fictional, I tried to stay within the realm of what’s possible given current scientific understanding. That isn’t to say I don’t take some artistic license where necessary to move the narrative (astronauts use two tethers when performing an EVA on the ISS, not one), but such cases are minor. While I do cite some references, please note that any errors are my own.’
BC Chase has created a story that is at once intellectually stimulating, imaginative, challenging and very entertaining (many laugh out loud passages make the book sparkle. It is a story of space travel – scientifically accurate, bizarre where it needs to be, suspenseful, and impeccably crafted. A mission to send a crew to into space to Pluto to retrieve records sent on Voyager I in 2015 and return to earth after a strange visit. BC populates this space exploration crew with a cast worthy of film. To wit, ‘I’m unemployed. I’m seventy-five years old. I hate flying. But I’m sitting on 90,000 gallons of kerosene about to be blasted into space on a mission that cost four hundred billion bucks. Go figure. NASA told me that I should wear my helmet on the way up. I said, “No, thanks.” I know that helmet or no helmet, if we’re dumped on the ocean, it will be as fine ash. If they don’t like it, they can kiss my saggy, old butt. The date is May 18th, 2020. The time is 4: 27 a.m.. The windows rim the top of the cockpit like holes at the top of an egg. The seats are in two rows: three closest to the nose and three behind. I’m positioned in the right rear (or, in spaceship speak, starboard aft). My back is to the ground in a seat that was clearly not designed by La-Z-Boy. Aside from three screens and a number of buttons and joysticks situated in the nose, the cabin is bare. The walls are dark gray and look like they are made of carbon fiber. The suit I’m wearing doesn’t look like much. It’s puffy, wrinkled, fluorescent orange like a highway cone. Why orange? So that if something goes wrong and we get dumped on the Atlantic, we can be rescued more easily. This tells me that the only thing you have to do to be hired by NASA for spacesuit design is display euphoric optimism during your interview. “Mr. Perkins, what do you think your chances of winning the lottery are, this year?” “About a hundred percent.” “Perfect. You’re just the kind of person we’re looking for. You’ll be making this year’s space suits.” The screens show buttons, numbers, graphs, and geometric shapes. I don’t have a clue what any of the buttons are for or what any of the shapes mean. They tried to teach me in case of an emergency, but I told ‘em if I was going to die in space, I wanted to die sitting peacefully, twiddling my thumbs.’
And by the end of this brief novel BC’s talent is obvious – ‘‘You don’t want to know how long it’s taken us to get back to earth. With a crying baby, no less. It’s a miracle we haven’t killed each other. To give you a hint of how long it took, though, that baby is now just shy of seven years old. But we’re here, at long last, and running on such antiquated technology that we have no way to let them know we’re here. Now, we are in the Space Shuttle Orbiter, and the power of earth’s atmosphere is just starting to thunder on the tiles. Out the windows, the plasma streaks in beautiful shades of gold and rose. My seat is vibrating pretty ferociously as I turn to Commander Sykes and say, “I guess these shuttles weren’t so bad, after all?” “They got the job done,” Commander Sykes replies. Shiro asks, “So, what if we get back and open the hatch to the robot apocalypse?” “Well, I guess we’ll probably start back up in the stone age. That’s not too bad. The old way of doing things worked, too.” From the back seat, the little girl gleefully exclaims, “Look, daddy! It’s beautiful!” “Yes, Columbia,” Tim says. “It is.” I smile back at Katia and Shelby, “This is one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind, and I hope we land soon ‘cause this man really has to go poddy!”
Bravo once again to one of the truly gifted authors of the day. This unique book is everything the prose promises and more. Highly Recommended.