Updating the twenty year old dot helmet standard
So, take a stroll down memory lane to remember all of our past Word of the Year selections.
The first book in the landmark Expanse series, now a major television series from Syfy! Two hundred years after migrating into space, mankind is in turmoil.
The ship still had power and air, but the drive wasn’t on and no one was opening a door or walking or talking. The cramps that followed the first kick almost made her pass out. And again, until the door was so bent that the three hinges and the locking bolt were the only points of contact between it and the frame. The comm station was unmanned, powered down, and locked. A red light on the lock panel showed that the room had been sealed from the inside. Once, it had been packed with people, supplies, schematics, machines, environment bubbles, and hope.
And one last time, so that it bent far enough that the bolt was no longer seated in the hasp and the door swung free. The few sensor logs that still streamed showed no sign of the A new dread knotted her gut. She thought again about radiation and major failures. Just under twenty million people lived on the moons of Saturn now.
Leviathan Wakes is the breakneck science fiction adventure that launched the epic bestselling Expanse series.
The Expanse Leviathan Wakes Caliban's War Abaddon's Gate Cibola Burn Nemesis Games Babylon's Ashes Persepolis Rising The Expanse Short Fiction The Butcher of Anderson Station Gods of Risk The Churn The Vital Abyss had been taken eight days ago, and Julie Mao was finally ready to be shot.
When the ship began to move, thrust giving her weight, she’d stood silently until her legs cramped, then sat down slowly into a fetal position. On the third day, thirst had forced her into action. The faint subsonic rumble of the reactor and drive.
And then the one below that, and then the one below that. Any way you looked, the population was huge and needed a lot of water. “Holden, are you listening, or just staring out the window? “And because you’re really, really good, you can fix it even though you don’t have enough money or supplies.” Naomi laughed. “Not really, no.” “Well, you got the basics right anyhow. “But when’s the last time we used the shuttle in atmosphere? Seven years in Earth’s navy, five years working in space with civilians, and he’d never gotten used to the long, thin, improbable bones of Belters. “I guess I am.” Captain Shaddid held up her hand terminal.
So now the and her dozens of sister ships in the Pur’n’Kleen Water Company made the loop from Saturn’s generous rings to the Belt and back hauling glaciers, and would until the ships aged into salvage wrecks. ’s landing gear isn’t going to be good in atmosphere until I can get the seals replaced. ” “Never, but regs say we need at least one atmo-capable shuttle.” “Hey, Boss! Amos might be on Captain Mc Dowell’s ship; Holden might be executive officer; but in Amos Burton’s world, only Naomi was boss. A childhood spent in gravity shaped the way he saw things forever. If not this one, the one after.” “Fuck that,” Paj said. Holden went back to the lift, and this time he didn’t hesitate. She kissed back, politely at first and then with more warmth. “On duty and all.” “Okay,” he said, and didn’t turn to go. The softness was gone; the conciliatory tone was gone. Miller fumbled at his side, pulled out his own, and accepted the narrow-beam transfer.
She swallowed, working her tongue to try to create some saliva, and tried again. Five years of low-gravity jiu jitsu training and them in a confined space with no gravity. She’d almost started to think she might win when from nowhere a gauntleted fist smashed into her face. Then the locker, and Four days of not making noise while they beat her friends down below and then threw one of them out an airlock. Shifting between bouts of consciousness and fragmented dreams, she was only vaguely aware as the sounds of walking, talking, and pressure doors and the subsonic rumble of the reactor and the drive faded away a little at a time. It took two hours with a torch and prying tools from the machine shop to cut through the hatch to engineering. The best, longest funeral in the history of mankind.
When the drive stopped, so did gravity, and Julie woke from a dream of racing her old pinnace to find herself floating while her muscles screamed in protest and then slowly relaxed. She’d been out of water for two days, and her waste bag had been full for four. She wondered if she’d be able to fly the ship by herself. With the hydraulics compromised, she had to crank it open by hand. Her friends would be inside, beaten or cut to pieces. Where she expected to see readouts, shielding, and monitors, a layer of something like mud seemed to flow over the reactor core. Fortunately, he’d left the plans on his home computer.