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Scanned & proofed by N.E.R.D.Cleaned, re-proofed & re-formatted by nukie.Color: -1- -2- -3- -4- -5- -6- -7- -8- -9-Text Size: 10- 11- 12- 13- 14- 15- 16- 17- 18- 19- 20- 21- 22- 23- 24RUNNING FROM THE DEITYPip and Flinx Book 11Alan Dean FosterPublished by Ballantine BooksThe Black HoleCachalotThe Metrognome and Other StoriesMidworldNor Crystal TearsSentenced to PrismSplinter of the Mind's EyeStar Trek� Logs One-TenVoyage to the City of the Dead� Who Needs Enemies?With Friends Like These �Mad AmosThe Howling StonesParallelitiesTHE ICERIGGER TRILOGYIceriggerMission to MoulokinThe Deluge DriversTHE ADVENTURES OF FLINX OF THE COMMONWEALTHFor Love of Mother-NotThe Tar-Aiym-KrangOrphan StarThe End of the MatterBloodhypeFlinx in FluxMid-FlinxFlinx's FollySliding ScalesRunning from the DeityTHE DAMNEDBook One: A Call to ArmsBook Two: The False MirrorBook Three: The Spoils of WarTHE FOUNDING OF THE COMMONWEALTHPhylogenesisDirgeDiuturnity's DawnTHE TAKEN TRILOGYLost and FoundThe Light-years Beneath My FeetA DF Books N.E.R.D's ReleaseRunning from the DeityCopyright � 2005 by Thranx, Inc.All rights reserved.Published in the United States by Del Rey Books,an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group,a division of Random House, Inc., New York.DELREY is a registered trademarkand the Del Rey colophons a trademark of Random House, Inc.Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication DataFoster, Alan DeanRunning from the deity / Alan Dean Foster.p. cm.�A Pip and Flinx Adventure.�eISBN 0-345-46160-61. Humanx Commonwealth (Imaginary organization)-Fiction.2. Flinx (Fictitious character)-Fiction. I. Title.PS3556.O756R85 2005813'.54-dc22 2005041324v1.0For my nephew, Shawn Lee StumboTable of ContentsAbout the Author12345678910111213141516About the Author� ^ �ALAN DEAN FOSTER has written in a variety of genres, including hard science fiction, fantasy, horror, detective, western, historical, and contemporary fiction. He is the author of the New York Times bestseller Star Wars: The Approaching Storm, Star Wars, the first three Alien films, and Alien Nation. His novel Cyber Way won the Southwest Book Award for Fiction in 1990, the first science fiction work ever to do so. Foster and his wife, JoAnn Oxley, live in Prescott, Arizona, in a house built of brick that was salvaged from an early-twentieth-century miners' brothel. He is currently at work on several new novels and media projects.1� ^ �At first thought, you�d think it would be easy to find a missing planet. Even a methane dwarf. Except that the missing tenth world of the outlying Imperial AAnn system of Pyrassis was not a world, but an immense automated weapons platform of the long-extinct race who called themselves the Tar-Aiym.Actually, Flinx mused as he held out his arms and let the magnetically charged droplets of water swirl around him and scrub his lanky naked form, one would think it would be even simpler to find a planet-sized weapons platform than a small planet itself. The only problem was that in the absence of standing orders to guide its revived behavior, the monstrous ancient device had gone looking for some. Since to the best of current knowledge the last of those beings who might be capable of issuing such directives had died half a million years earlier, more or less, the prospects of said intelligent weapons platform stumbling across relevant instructions on how it ought to proceed were slight indeed. Flinx suspected that it would do no good, should he somehow actually succeed in tracking down his galactically perambulating quarry, to point out that the species it was built to fight, the Hur�rikku, were as dead and gone as the massive machine�s original Tar-Aiym builders.Find it first, he told himself as he did a slow turn beneath the recycled spray from the shower. Semantics follow function.He did not need to pivot for purposes of cleanliness since the water beads automatically enveloped him in their attentive aqueous embrace. They avoided only the special shower mask that shielded his mouth and nose. Without such a mask, someone making use of such a shower conceivably could drown�though it was an easy enough matter simply to step sideways and clear of the open-sided, freestanding facility.�Are you finished yet?� The voice of the Teacher�s ship-mind reached him through the stimulating vertical bath.�Almost. Why? Are you going to suggest that after I finish bathing I take another �vacation�?��It is interesting how sardonicism tends to shed efficacy over time,� the ship-mind replied tartly. Having suggested that Flinx spend a while resting and recuperating on the out-of-the-way world of Jast, only to see him nearly murdered by one of the expatriate AAnn officials residing on that world, the AI was understandably disinclined to discuss the subject. Knowing this, Flinx lost few opportunities to bring it up.�I take your point, by which I assume that you�re not going to make such a suggestion. Good.�As he stepped out of the shower, the ready and waiting dryer scanned his dripping body. Preprogrammed to his specified level of individual comfort, it set about evaporating from his skin the water and the dirt it had englobed. Standing there, alone in his personal hygienic facilities within the ship, Flinx contemplated his immediate future and regarded it as fraught with uncertainty, danger, and confusion.Not that it had ever been otherwise.Some days he chose to dress while at other times he moved about the Teacher�s interior quite naked. As the only human on board, there was no need to concern himself with violating nudity taboos. Pip certainly did not mind. Rising from the resting place where she had dozed in utter indifference to her master�s peculiar habit of immersing himself in gravity-defying liquid, she landed on his bare right shoulder and settled down. Her slender serpentine shape was warm against his freshly scoured skin.Pulling on lightweight pants and a feathery comfort shirt, he made his way to the Teacher�s bridge. Around him, the product of the Ulru-Ujurrian�s creative engineering genius functioned smoothly. It would have been dead silent inside the ship, except that dead silence smacked too much of death itself. So at present, and in response to his latest request, the hush was broken by the soft sounds of a Sek-takenabdel cantata. Like many of his kind, Flinx was quite fond of the often atonal yet oddly soothing traditional thranx music, which in this particular composition sounded like nothing less than lullabies sung by angry, but muted, electrified cimbaloms.As the ship sped at unnatural velocity through the nebulosity of higher mathematics colloquially known as space-plus, Flinx settled into the single command chair to gaze moodily through the sweeping, curved forward port. Though shifted over into the ultraviolet by the ship�s KK-drive posigravity field, the view of the distorted universe surrounding him was, as always, still spectacularly beautiful. Pulsars and novae illuminated nebulae while distant galaxies vied for prominence with nearby suns.Meanwhile, out beyond it all, in the direction of the constellation Bo�tes, something unimaginably vast and malevolent was coming out of a region known as the Great Emptiness, threatening not merely the Commonwealth and civilization, but everything within his field of view. His mental field of view, he reminded himself. Hence the need, however hopeless the notion of fighting something so immense and alien, to find allies. Such as, just possibly, the primeval weapons platform that had for millennia masqueraded as the tenth planet of the system known as Pyrassis.Thinking of it made him want to go stand and soak beneath another shower.A reaction as ineffectual as it was childish, he knew. He could no more wash away the distinct memory of the evil he knew was out there than he could that of his troubled childhood, his subsequent erratic maturation, and the pressure to succeed that had been placed on him by his good friends and mentors Bran Tse-Mallory and the Eint Truzenzuzex. Just as with his unstable, if escalating and potentially fatal Talent, he could not wish such things away.He stared out at the universe and the universe stared right back, indifferent. Exactly how was he supposed to go about finding the wandering planet-sized Tar-Aiym device? The brilliant Truzenzuzex and the insightful Tse-Mallory had been unable to give him much advice. Since he was the only one who had experienced (or suffered, he corrected himself) mental contact with the machine, it was hoped that if he deliberately went looking for it he might make such contact with it again. Strike up a casual conversation with an all-powerful alien artifact, it was supposed.And, he mused, in the unlikely event that he did? How to convince such a relic to participate in the defense of the galaxy. Nothing of overweening importance�just your average galaxy, in which he, and everyone he knew, happened to live. Reposing in the chair, he shook his head dolefully though there were none present to note the gesture save Pip and ship.�I don�t see how I can do what Bran and Tru asked,� he muttered aloud. He did not need to explain himself. Ship-mind knew.�If you cannot, then no one can,� it replied unhelpfully. As befitted its programming, it was doing its best to be supportive.�A distinct and even likely possibility,� he murmured to no one and nothing in particular. He glanced in the direction of the main readout. �We�re still on course�if you can call heading in a general direction hundreds of parsecs in extent a �course.� �As... [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]