Chapters (43)
- Vacuum Diagrams by Stephen Baxter
- Foreword
- Eve
- PART 1 ERA: Expansion
- The Sun-People
- The Logic Pool
- Gossamer
- Cilia-of-Gold
- Lieserl
- PART 2 ERA: Squeem Occupation
- Pilot
- The Xeelee Flower
- More Than Time or Distance
- The Switch
- PART 3 ERA: Qax Occupation
- Blue Shift
- The Quagma Datum
- Planck Zero
- PART 4 ERA: Assimilation
- The Godel Sunflowers
- Vacuum Diagrams
- PART 5 ERA: The War to End Wars
- Stowaway
- The Tyranny of Heaven
- Hero
- PART 6 ERA: Flight
- Secret History
- PART 7 ERA: Photino Victory
- Shell
- The Eighth Room
- The Baryonic Lords
- C.A.D. 500,000,000
- Epilogue
- The Xeelee Sequence-Timeline
- Permissions
- About the Author
- Notes
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
At last, only the Xeelee themselves were more potent than mankind...
Humans railed against the Tyranny of Heaven.
More legends were written, as waves of human assaults pounded against the great Xeelee sites. It was a remote, inhuman time. I watched, repelled, terrified.
PART 5 ERA: The War to End Wars
PART 5
ERA: The War to End Wars
Fragments. Shards...
Humans even reached into the Prime Radiant of the Xeelee.
Here was a warship, its engine blazing, falling through Bolder's Ring -- and into a new Universe.
The ship imploded, and fell into a compact, glowing nebula. Crew members hurried through the corridors of their falling ship; smoke filled the passageways as lurid flames singed the air. The hull was breached; the raw air of the nebula scoured through the cabins, and through rents in the silver walls the crew saw flying trees and huge, cloudy whales, all utterly unlike anything in their experience...
Gradually they came to understand. Gravity was the key to the absurd place they were stranded in. Gravity here was a billion times as strong as in the Universe they'd come from. Here their home planet would have a surface gravity of a billion gees -- if it didn't implode in an instant.
The crew adapted, and survived. Gradually humans spread through the nebula...
Stowaway
Stowaway
A.D. 104,858
It was the end of Rees's work shift. Wearily he hauled himself through the foundry door. Cool air dried the sweat from his brow.
He pulled himself along the ropes and roofs towards his cabin, inspecting his hands and arms with some interest. When one of the older workers had dropped a ladle of iron, Rees had narrowly dodged a hail of molten metal; tiny droplets had drifted into his flesh, sizzling out little craters which--
A huge shadow flapped across the Belt. Air washed over his back. He looked up; and wonder settled at the base of his skull.
The tree was a wheel of wood and foliage fifty yards wide, magnificent against the crimson sky. Its dozen radial branches and their veil of leaves turned with a calm possession; the trunk was like a mighty wooden skull which glared around at the ocean of crimson air.
Its rotation slowing, the tree lowered itself reluctantly into the gravity well of the star kernel.