Artemis: A Novel by Andy Weir (English) Paperback Book

Description: Artemis by Andy Weir "Originally published in hardcover in slightly different form in the United States by Crown ... New York, in 2017"--Copyright page. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The bestselling author of The Martian returns with an irresistible new near-future thriller—a heist story set on the moon.Jasmine Bashara never signed up to be a hero. She just wanted to get rich. Not crazy, eccentric-billionaire rich, like many of the visitors to her hometown of Artemis, humanitys first and only lunar colony. Just rich enough to move out of her coffin-sized apartment and eat something better than flavored algae. Rich enough to pay off a debt shes owed for a long time. So when a chance at a huge score finally comes her way, Jazz cant say no. Sure, it requires her to graduate from small-time smuggler to full-on criminal mastermind. And it calls for a particular combination of cunning, technical skills, and large explosions—not to mention sheer brazen swagger. But Jazz has never run into a challenge her intellect cant handle, and she figures shes got the swagger part down. The trouble is, engineering the perfect crime is just the start of Jazzs problems. Because her little heist is about to land her in the middle of a conspiracy for control of Artemis itself. Trapped between competing forces, pursued by a killer and the law alike, even Jazz has to admit shes in way over her head. Shell have to hatch a truly spectacular scheme to have a chance at staying alive and saving her city. Jazz is no hero, but she is a very good criminal. Thatll have to do. Propelled by its heroines wisecracking voice, set in a city thats at once stunningly imagined and intimately familiar, and brimming over with clever problem-solving and heist-y fun, Artemis is another irresistible brew of science, suspense, and humor from #1 bestselling author Andy Weir. Author Biography Andy Weir built a career as a software engineer until the success of his first published novel, The Martian, allowed him to live out his dream of writing fulltime. He is a lifelong space nerd and a devoted hobbyist of subjects such as relativistic physics, orbital mechanics, and the history of manned spaceflight. He also mixes a mean cocktail. He lives in California. Review Praise for Artemis:"An action-packed techno-thriller of the first order…the perfect vehicle for humans who want to escape, if only for a time, the severe gravity of planet earth. The pages fly by."—USA Today "Revitalizes the Lunar-colony scenario, with the authors characteristic blend of engineering know-how and survival suspense...Jazz is a great heroine, tough with a soft core, crooked with inner honesty."—Wall Street Journal "Smart and sharp…Weir has done it again [with] a sci-fi crowd pleaser made for the big screen."—Salon.com "Makes cutting-edge science sexy and relevant…Weir has created a realistic and fascinating future society, and every detail feels authentic and scientifically sound." —Associated Press "Out-of-this-world storytelling."—Houston Chronicle "Weir excels when it comes to geeky references, snarky humour and scenes of ingenious scientific problem-solving." —Financial Times "Weir has done the impossible—hes topped The Martian with a sci-fi-noir-thriller set in a city on the moon. What more do you want from life? Go read it!"– Blake Crouch, New York Times bestselling author of Dark Matter "Everything you could hope for in a follow-up to The Martian: another smart, fun, fast-paced adventure that you wont be able to put down." – Ernest Cline, New York Times bestselling author of Ready Player One "A superior near-future thriller…with a healthy dose of humor." —Publishers Weekly (starred review) "An exciting, whip-smart, funny thrill-ride…one of the best science fiction novels of the year." —Booklist (starred review) "Narrated by a kick-ass leading lady, this thriller has it all – a smart plot, laugh-out-loud funny moments, and really cool science." —Library Journal (starred review) Praise for The Martian: "Brilliant…a celebration of human ingenuity [and] the purest example of real-science sci-fi for many years." —Wall Street Journal "A gripping survival story." —New York Times "Terrific…a crackling good read."—USA Today "A marvel…Robinson Crusoe in a space suit."—Washington Post "Impressively geeky…the technical details keep the story relentlessly precise and the suspense ramped up." —Entertainment Weekly "A story for readers who enjoy thrillers, science fiction, non-fiction, or flat-out adventure." —Associated Press "Utterly nail-baiting and memorable."—Financial Times "A hugely entertaining novel that reads like a rocket ship afire."—Chicago Tribune Review Quote Praise for Artemis: "An action-packed techno-thriller of the first order...the perfect vehicle for humans who want to escape, if only for a time, the severe gravity of planet earth. The pages fly by." -- USA Today "Revitalizes the Lunar-colony scenario, with the authors characteristic blend of engineering know-how and survival suspense...Jazz is a great heroine, tough with a soft core, crooked with inner honesty." -- Wall Street Journal "Smart and sharp...Weir has done it again [with] a sci-fi crowd pleaser made for the big screen." --Salon.com "Makes cutting-edge science sexy and relevant...Weir has created a realistic and fascinating future society, and every detail feels authentic and scientifically sound." -- Associated Press "Out-of-this-world storytelling."-- Houston Chronicle "Weir excels when it comes to geeky references, snarky humour and scenes of ingenious scientific problem-solving." -- Financial Times "Weir has done the impossible--hes topped The Martian with a sci-fi-noir-thriller set in a city on the moon. What more do you want from life? Go read it!"- Blake Crouch, New York Times bestselling author of Dark Matter " Everything you could hope for in a follow-up to The Martian : another smart, fun, fast-paced adventure that you wont be able to put down." - Ernest Cline, New York Times bestselling author of Ready Player One "A superior near-future thriller...with a healthy dose of humor." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) "An exciting, whip-smart, funny thrill-ride...one of the best science fiction novels of the year." -- Booklist (starred review) "Narrated by a kick-ass leading lady, this thriller has it all - a smart plot, laugh-out-loud funny moments, and really cool science." -- Library Journal (starred review) Praise for The Martian : "Brilliant...a celebration of human ingenuity [and] the purest example of real-science sci-fi for many years." -- Wall Street Journal "A gripping survival story." -- New York Times "Terrific...a crackling good read."-- USA Today "A marvel...Robinson Crusoe in a space suit."-- Washington Post "Impressively geeky...the technical details keep the story relentlessly precise and the suspense ramped up." -- Entertainment Weekly "A story for readers who enjoy thrillers, science fiction, non-fiction, or flat-out adventure." -- Associated Press "Utterly nail-baiting and memorable."-- Financial Times "A hugely entertaining novel that reads like a rocket ship afire."-- Chicago Tribune Excerpt from Book Chapter 1 I bounded over the gray, dusty terrain toward the huge dome of Conrad Bubble. Its airlock, ringed with red lights, stood distressingly far away. Its hard to run with a hundred kilograms of gear on--even in lunar gravity. But youd be amazed how fast you can hustle when your life is on the line. Bob ran beside me. His voice came over the radio: "Let me connect my tanks to your suit!" "Thatll just get you killed too." "The leaks huge," he huffed. "I can see the gas escaping your tanks." "Thanks for the pep talk." "Im the EVA master here," Bob said. "Stop right now and let me cross-connect!" "Negative." I kept running. "There was a pop right before the leak alarm. Metal fatigue. Got to be the valve assembly. If you cross-connect youll puncture your line on a jagged edge." "Im willing to take that risk!" "Im not willing to let you," I said. "Trust me on this, Bob. I know metal." I switched to long, even hops. It felt like slow motion, but it was the best way to move with all that weight. My helmets heads-up display said the airlock was fifty-two meters away. I glanced at my arm readouts. My oxygen reserve plummeted while I watched. So I stopped watching. The long strides paid off. I was really hauling ass now. I even left Bob behind, and hes the most skilled EVA master on the moon. Thats the trick: Add more forward momentum every time you touch the ground. But that also means each hop is a tricky affair. If you screw up, youll face-plant and slide along the ground. EVA suits are tough, but its best not to grind them against regolith. "Youre going too fast! If you trip you could crack your faceplate!" "Better than sucking vacuum," I said. "Ive got maybe ten seconds." "Im way behind you," he said. "Dont wait for me." I only realized how fast I was going when the triangular plates of Conrad filled my view. They were growing very quickly. "Shit!" No time to slow down. I made one final leap and added a forward roll. I timed it just right--more out of luck than skill--and hit the wall with my feet. Okay, Bob was right. Id been going way too fast. I hit the ground, scrambled to my feet, and clawed at the hatch crank. My ears popped. Alarms blared in my helmet. The tank was on its last legs--it couldnt counteract the leak anymore. I pushed the hatch open and fell inside. I gasped for breath and my vision blurred. I kicked the hatch closed, reached up to the emergency tank, and yanked out the pin. The top of the tank flew off and air flooded into the compartment. It came out so fast, half of it liquefied into fog particles from the cooling that comes with rapid expansion. I fell to the ground, barely conscious. I panted in my suit and suppressed the urge to puke. That was way the hell more exertion than Im built for. An oxygen-deprivation headache took root. Itd be with me for a few hours, at least. Id managed to get altitude sickness on the moon. The hiss died to a trickle, then finished. Bob finally made it to the hatch. I saw him peek in through the small round window. "Status?" he radioed. "Conscious," I wheezed. "Can you stand? Or should I call for an assist?" Bob couldnt come in without killing me--I was lying in the airlock with a bad suit. But any of the two thousand people inside the city could open the airlock from the other side and drag me in. "No need." I got to my hands and knees, then to my feet. I steadied myself against the control panel and initiated the cleanse. High-pressure air jets blasted me from all angles. Gray lunar dust swirled in the airlock and got pulled into filtered vents along the wall. After the cleanse, the inner hatch door opened automatically. I stepped into the antechamber, resealed the inner hatch, and plopped down on a bench. Bob cycled through the airlock the normal way--no dramatic emergency tank (which now had to be replaced, by the way). Just the normal pumps-and-valves method. After his cleanse cycle, he joined me in the antechamber. I wordlessly helped Bob out of his helmet and gloves. You should never make someone de-suit themselves. Sure, its doable, but its a pain in the ass. Theres a tradition to these things. He returned the favor. "Well, that sucked," I said as he lifted my helmet off. "You almost died." He stepped out of his suit. "You should have listened to my instructions." I wriggled out of my suit and looked at the back. I pointed to a jagged piece of metal that was once a valve. "Blown valve. Just like I said. Metal fatigue." He peered at the valve and nodded. "Okay. You were right to refuse cross-connection. Well done. But this still shouldnt have happened. Where the hell did you get that suit?" "I bought it used." "Why would you buy a used suit?" "Because I couldnt afford a new one. I barely had enough money for a used one and you assholes wont let me join the guild until I own a suit." "You should have saved up for a new one." Bob Lewis is a former US Marine with a no-bullshit attitude. More important, hes the EVA Guilds head trainer. He answers to the guild master, but Bob and Bob alone determines your suitability to become a member. And if you arent a member, you arent allowed to do solo EVAs or lead groups of tourists on the surface. Thats how guilds work. Dicks. "So? Howd I do?" He snorted. "Are you kidding me? You failed the exam, Jazz. You super-duper failed." "Why?!" I demanded. "I did all the required maneuvers, accomplished all the tasks, and finished the obstacle course in under seven minutes. And, when a near-fatal problem occurred, I kept from endangering my partner and got safely back to town." He opened a locker and stacked his gloves and helmet inside. "Your suit is your responsibility. It failed. That means you failed." "How can you blame me for that leak?! Everything was fine when we headed out!" "This is a results-oriented profession. The moons a mean old bitch. She doesnt care why your suit fails. She just kills you when it does. You should have inspected your gear better." He hung the rest of his suit on its custom rack in the locker. "Come on, Bob!" "Jazz, you almost died out there. How can I possibly give you a pass?" He closed the locker and started to leave. "You can retake the test in six months." I blocked his path. "Thats so ridiculous! Why do I have to put my life on hold because of some arbitrary guild rule?" "Pay more attention to equipment inspection." He stepped around me and out of the antechamber. "And pay full price when you get that leak fixed." I watched him go, then slumped onto the bench. "Fuck." I plodded through the maze of aluminum corridors to my home. At least it wasnt a long walk. The whole city is only half a kilometer across. I live in Artemis, the first (and so far, only) city on the moon. Its made of five huge spheres called "bubbles." Theyre half underground, so Artemis looks exactly like old sci-fi books said a moon city should look: a bunch of domes. You just cant see the parts that are belowground. Armstrong Bubble sits in the middle, surrounded by Aldrin, Conrad, Bean, and Shepard. The bubbles each connect to their neighbors via tunnels. I remember making a model of Artemis as an assignment in elementary school. Pretty simple: just some balls and sticks. It took ten minutes. Its pricey to get here and expensive as hell to live here. But a city cant just be rich tourists and eccentric billionaires. It needs working-class people too. You dont expect J. Worthalot Richbastard III to clean his own toilet, do you? Im one of the little people. I live in Conrad Down 15, a grungy area fifteen floors underground in Conrad Bubble. If my neighborhood were wine, connoisseurs would describe it as "shitty, with overtones of failure and poor life decisions." I walked down the row of closely spaced square doors until I got to my own. Mine was a "lower" bunk, at least. Easier to get into and out of. I waved my Gizmo across the lock and the door clicked open. I crawled in and closed it behind me. I lay in the bunk and stared at the ceiling--which was less than a meter from my face. Technically, its a "capsule domicile" but everyone calls them coffins. Its just an enclosed bunk with a door I can lock. Theres only one use for a coffin: sleep. Well, okay, theres another use (which also involves being horizontal), but you get my point. I have a bed and a shelf. Thats it. Theres a communal bathroom down the hall and public showers a few blocks away. My coffin isnt going to be featured in Better Homes and Moonscapes anytime soon, but its all I can afford. I checked my Gizmo for the time. "Craaaap." No time to brood. The KSC freighter was landing that afternoon and Id have work to do. To be clear: The sun doesnt define "afternoon" for us. We only get a "noon" every twenty-eight Earth days and we cant see it anyway. Each bubble has two six-centimeter-thick hulls with a meter of crushed rock between them. You could shoot a howitzer at the city and it still wouldnt leak. Sunlight definitely cant get in. So what do we use for time of day? Kenya Time. It was afternoon in Nairobi, so it was afternoon in Artemis. I was sweaty and gross from my near-death EVA. There was no time to shower, but I could change, at least. I lay flat, stripped off my EVA coolant-wear, and pulled on my blue jumpsuit. I fastened the belt then sat up, cross-legged, and put my hair in a ponytail. Then I Details ISBN0553448145 Author Andy Weir Language English Year 2018 ISBN-10 0553448145 ISBN-13 9780553448146 Format Paperback Short Title Artemis Subtitle A Novel Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2018-07-03 NZ Release Date 2018-07-03 US Release Date 2018-07-03 UK Release Date 2018-07-03 Place of Publication New York Illustrations 2 MAP Pages 368 Publisher Random House USA Inc Publication Date 2018-07-03 Imprint Ballantine Books Inc. DEWEY FIC Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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