Jupiter War: The Owner: Book Three
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Alan Saul is now part human and part machine. He craves the stars, yet his human side still controls him; he can’t leave his to sister die. He must leave Argus Station and stage a dangerous rescue. But Saul’s robots make his crew feel increasingly redundant, sowing the seeds of mutiny and betrayal.
Serene Galahad, Earth’s ruthless dictator, hides her crimes from a cowed populace as she desperately readies a new attack on Saul. She aims to destroy her enemy in a vicious display of violence.
The Scourge limps back to Earth, its earlier mission to annihilate Saul a failure. Some members of the decimated crew plan to murder Galahad before she has them murdered for their failure, but Clay Ruger plans to negotiate for his life. Events build to a climax as Ruger holds humanity’s greatest asset—seeds to rebuild a dying Earth. This stolen Gene Bank data is offered at a price, but what will Galahad pay for humanity’s future?
Neal Asher has been thrilling science fiction fans for over a decade with his Polity series. Jupiter War brings his new Owner trilogy to a stunning conclusion.
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him, and still feel the weight of the adjustable spanner in her hand as she brought it down on Thomas Grieve’s skull. And she could still hear him crying. These actions of hers had pushed Saul over the edge. She was someone he had risked much to save and to whom he had entrusted the task of turning Argus Station into an interstellar spacecraft, then she had repaid him by displaying a lack of trust in his judgement. Behaving like a member of the Inspectorate, she had committed murder, and now he
she considered. ‘I think we’ll go to Madagascar to see how things are turning out there.’ ETV had broadcast news of a terrible outbreak of the Scour on that huge island – one that had completely depopulated it. Now the only humans to be found there were in the clear-up teams steadily stripping away the island’s layer of concrete, carbocrete and steel – the environmental scum humans always generated. It had been, Serene felt, a rather impulsive decision of hers to activate the Scour in every ID
used the elevator some minutes earlier. ‘So this is your first time here?’ she asked, perhaps not wanting to talk further about the station shift, or its implications. ‘First visit to the Olive Tree, yes,’ Alex replied, playing along. ‘After my previous experiences in the Arboretum, this isn’t a place I’ve wanted to return to.’ ‘Come on!’ urged Akenon. They picked up their pace and soon reached the other two. ‘It’s this way.’ Ghort pointed up some steps rising against the dividing section,
long. He now unhitched his powered socket drive and, bracing himself against the ice, used a vibrating torque setting to screw the piton deep into the ice itself. Now having finished dealing with this anchor, Alex surveyed his physical surroundings, called up various different overlays from the survey data of the asteroid, then paused to run a couple of searches, which were unfortunately limited to the computing available aboard the space planes. Yes, this was good; this expanded his horizons,
hearing Ghort talking to another of Messina’s bodyguards. ‘They’re like children,’ the other had said. ‘They’re efficient, obedient and will follow a kill order without a second thought,’ Ghort had replied, ‘but there’s no malice or cruelty there; you get plenty of both in children. Sometimes I think they’re the best of Messina. It’s a shame they’re never allowed to remember.’ The scene had been a bloody one, Alex recollected: a contender for Messina’s crown meeting an early demise, along with