generation ship

Machine: A White Space Novel

by Elizabeth Bear  · 5 Oct 2020  · 537pp  · 146,610 words

had outfitted her had lied about where they planned to go. The era of Terra’s history that had spawned sublight interstellar exploration and the generation ships had not been one of trust and peaceful cooperation between peoples. More one of desperate gambles and bloody-nailed survival. Only one

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generation ship had ever reached a destination as far as history was aware, and that hadn’t ended well. We were here because this one had sent

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the big gravity well at our origin point in the Core to accelerate, then conserve momentum through the transition in order to catch the speeding generation ship. I say “slingshot” like it was a routine maneuver. In reality, there’s nothing quite like staring into the most enormous black hole in the

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that many moments later we were sailing across the space between Sally and Big Rock Candy Mountain. As I stabilized, the apparent spiral of the generation ship smoothed out into a wheel so unnervingly that I wanted to slap a topologist. Tsosie and I would have been a matched set, but Tsosie

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whether the airlock behind the hatch was pressurized, or even intact. Or if the interior door was open. We could explosively decompress part of the generation ship, if we weren’t careful. There was a thing that might be a pressure gauge. The crystal over it was cracked, and if you squinted

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a good sign for avoiding explosive decompression, if it was accurate: nothing inside to decompress. It might be a bad sign for anybody inside the generation ship, though. Sensible airlock design provided for a safety interlock such that one could not open both hatches at the same time. You probably wouldn’t

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airlock, or at least sent a bot. Artificial intelligences dated back to before the Eschaton, and Sally’s data library suggested that most of the generation ships had shipminds of a sort. Wheelminds? I didn’t even know what nomenclature you’d use for a ship this big. Nobody spoke to us

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hull if we had to—a rescue hardsuit, especially backed up with the physical power of my exo, was more than capable of rearranging the generation ship’s superstructure. I wouldn’t do that unless our lives were in imminent danger, however. It would kill any crew members in the areas of

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sensation that you can’t trust somebody, or that something is wrong. So when I say that I had the increasing, creeping conviction that the generation ship’s endlessly rolling wheel was deserted, that it felt empty, I don’t pretend there was any higher knowledge behind it. But I was sure

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a while. Standing by. We went on. * * * Step by step—and occasionally crawl by crawl—we came quite a way around the ring of the generation ship. One pie slice, maybe, depending on the size of your slicer. We checked in again with Sally when we found a viewport pointed in the

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me for at least three seconds before she laughed. I said, “Even if Sally were totally disabled, or Tsosie and I got stuck on the generation ship, there’s a small fleet right behind us.” “I know.” Loese shook her head. “The good news is, none of this is critical to life

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his bowl away and reached for his own mug, which smelled like chocolate. “You never get scared. You weren’t even scared back on the generation ship, walking out into that cargo hold with the machine following you like a pissed-off guard bot.” “What was there to get scared of? There

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Darboof, have adapted to the cold of their environments by evolving bodies that are supercooled superconductors. Afar was under gravity from the spin of the generation ship he was docked to, but it was obvious that he was not designed to spend much time that way. And because I was trying to

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onto the bridge with one hand braced on the wall. We were back to maintaining position over Afar, whipping around the rolling wheel of the generation ship on a following curve, and pulling some extra g because of it. Sally’s rotation meant that we endured successive waves of feeling lighter and

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.” Nothing on the bridge changed, at first. The swelling waves of acceleration washed us; Afar clung like a barnacle to the vast curve of the generation ship. Then a seam appeared in the adaptive collar that held him to the airlock. It peeled away and vanished back into Afar’s hull. In

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parachute cloth when I went in. Because of the collar mismatch, Afar had not shot his docking bolts. He clung to the outside of the generation ship with emergency grapples, and because the airlock had not been seated to Big Rock Candy Mountain, there was no puff of escaping atmosphere. Afar retracted

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his grapples evenly and instantly shot free of the generation ship, no longer bent to her curve but not deprived of velocity. He vectored off as fast as he had been spinning. The pings of one

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vessels arrived while we were still filling Afar’s hold with foam. We gave them all the data we’d collected on Afar, on the generation ship, and on the precarious balance of the lives inside her. The newcomers included Sally’s sister ship, Ruth (Synarche Medical Vessel I Salve Harsh Wounds

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.” “I do,” O’Mara said. “Unfortunately. What happened on Sally?” “Coms failed.” I looked at Tsosie. “Coms failed while Llyn and I were on the generation ship.” “Basically the worst possible moment,” I agreed. “If Sally and Loese hadn’t managed a patch job, Tsosie and I might not be here, because

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Loese hadn’t figured it out and routed around the damage old-school, I’d be drifting along in the wake of a slowly accelerating generation ship for a really long time.” O’Mara sucked their lips for a long moment. “You’re saying an AI was involved, to be able to

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once Helen is stable. Messages will be going out to the other archinformists serving on I Rise From Ancestral Night at the site of the generation ship. So, no, she’s not ready to be released. But it’s Dr. Zhiruo’s professional opinion that it is safe to let her observe

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’d asked. “Fantastic,” I said, forcing myself to feel and sound bright and cheerful. “I need any background you can get me on the Terran generation ship Big Rock Candy Mountain. Especially her crew roster and build details on the AI known as Helen Alloy.” “Such a clever name!” Mercy enthused. I

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he took it offline: I won’t know for sure until I have a chance to speak with the archinformists who are working on the generation ship itself and see what they have found. Helen must have been nearly quiescent at that point, as she’d been ordered not to access Central

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are dangerous when used improperly. You can cut your finger off with a circular saw.” “Indeed, one can.” “So where do we start looking?” “The generation ship itself might still have some or all of the data you’re looking for, despite whatever damage the library—Central—sustained. That is what we

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have archinformists working on it for.” I began to see the problem. “But the generation ship isn’t networked, and its AI is corrupted.” “The library might be salvageable. The archinformists will make duplicates of whatever they can retrieve from the

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me to set it forth thusly: First, why and how was Big Rock Candy Mountain moving so quickly? Second, why was Afar docked with the generation ship? Third, why was Afar transporting—I should say, smuggling, because it does not appear on a manifest—what appears to be a privately designed and

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. Or Cheeirilaq. Cheeirilaq buzzed softly. Sixth, what incapacitated Afar? Seventh, if the thing that incapacitated Afar is not the same thing, what is causing the generation ship’s shipmind or shipminds to malfunction? “I might have some answers on that one, actually. I’ve been talking to Mercy.” Quickly, I relayed what

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train of thought. Although if the incidents had started before we came back… and the sabotage to Sally had occurred on our way to the generation ship… It didn’t make sense. Linden’s presence lights burned steady along the wall beside us. “Don’t worry, we’ve been using sterile data

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.” Rilriltok flew up and hovered near the ceiling, adjusting its gravity control belt as it went. Linden, is it too late to abort rewarming the generation ship crew? “Affirmative,” she said. “The rewarming process has begun.” “Brilliant timing,” I murmured to Rilriltok. Just what we needed: a finicky, long-term procedure taking

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one. Oh, little space fishes. I Rise From Ancestral Night and Ruth and probably half a dozen other ships were still out there at the generation ship. And our whole way back from it, we had cheerily been dropping packets into every transponder we passed, and exchanging data with other shipminds. Every

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in, possibly using the walker to put it in place. Then… accidentally exposed himself and his crew to the toxic meme that was infecting the generation ship’s systems, since it seems pretty evident at this point that there is a meme, and got trapped there with enough time to trigger his

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when I drifted off. There was a message alert flickering in the corner of my senso. It was from Rilriltok. Master Chief Carlos from the generation ship is awake and asking for food. CHAPTER 16 CRYO DIDN’T HAVE A HUMAN doctor on staff. Rilriltok sensibly questioned the wisdom of exposing an

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. What a way to live. Like being stuck on a single planet with no failsafes and no way off in case of catastrophe. Except the generation ship was far more precarious and fragile even than a planet. “There was a virus—” “We know,” I said. “You’ve been treated and I’m

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you want me for so urgently, Goodlaw?” Cheeirilaq made a very strange noise, like a hissing cat or a lock depressurizing. Specialist Jones. From the generation ship crew. “Yes,” I said, turning toward the ladder that would bring us down to Cryo in the absence of the lifts. It’s escaped. CHAPTER

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situation, then somebody in the Synarche—somebody at Core General—must have had significant knowledge of and contact with the generation ship before Afar found it and sent out the distress signal.” “The generation ship was significantly off course,” I said. “And much closer to the Core than it should have been, given its

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if you had enough gravity generators, and ran enough power through them, couldn’t you bend space-time around something even as large as a generation ship, and slide it from one place to another? I witnessed Haimey Dz doing something similar aboard I Rise From Ancestral Night, and she wasn’t

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walker? A terrorist, I might add, whose sense of mission included the ruthlessness to have herself frozen in a dubious cryo pod on a crumbling generation ship to await a rescue that might never come. Yes, I had pretty much abandoned the idea that Jones was a real crew member of Big

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you up, in that case.” I tapped my thigh armor with my fingertips, thinking. It echoed inside my hardsuit. “You wanted to learn about the generation ship first.” “Somebody sent you,” I said. “Somebody built that machine you’re in and put it in a ship full of casualties so we would

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me. Was this line of thinking getting me any closer to a solution, or even a hypothesis as to how this whole bizarre mess of generation ship, sick artificial intelligences, and an apparently fraudulent cryo chamber hooked together? What if I resorted to wild, out-there, black-sky speculation? What was the

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-four-hours-and-are-being-irresponsible-watching-this-now aliens. Aliens that wanted to disassemble my hospital the same way they were disassembling Helen’s generation ship, and convert it into computronium and the machine. Those kind of aliens. I wondered again about Helen’s link with the machine. If it was

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just tell everybody what was going on?” “No proof?” I said. “Add that question to the pile with ‘Where the hell did they get a generation ship?’ ” I finished my beer. “I think Calliope is one of the clones. Remember how Dr. Zhiruo said her DNA looked… very orderly? But hadn’t

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and body into proper development with virtual experiences… and then put it in cryostasis until it was needed as a replacement body. “How did the generation ship get moved?” I asked. “That’s been bothering me.” “We couldn’t have done that if that salvage mission hadn’t turned up the Koregoi

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the fucking mad scientists here at Core Gen were doing, and implant false memories in her, rip out her fox, and hide her on a generation ship where there was a very good chance that she would die.” “She didn’t,” Loese said. “And it was for the best cause imaginable.” I

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was supposed to drop Calliope and the walker off, and be on his way. There was some kind of interaction between the virus and the generation ship’s antique AI and the commands its last captain left it—whatever had it building the machine—and everything went wrong, fast.” Tuning, tuning. “Why

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, why us. Why they thought this was a good idea in the first place.” I laughed and covered my face. “If you found a disabled generation ship full of corpsicles, could you resist using it?” “I resent the appellation corpsicle,” he said, so deadpan that it was a moment before I realized

Ancestral Night

by Elizabeth Bear  · 5 Mar 2019  · 596pp  · 163,351 words

reminded him. “Can you imagine coming out here in all this dark in a sublight ship?” he asked. “Most of the generation ships have never been even located, let alone recovered.” “Generation ships,” I echoed, feeling a chill. “At the Eschaton,” Singer said, “various Earth organizations—groups, sects, and even nation-states—sent out

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generation ships in a desperate bid to save some scrap of humanity, because the best-case scenario did not seem as if it would leave the homeworld

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desperation gamble, and we both paused to appreciate it. Then I said, “But Earth didn’t die.” “Earth didn’t die,” Singer said. “But those generation ships did. As far as we know, anyway—their planned paths have been searched, once it became trivial to do so, but very few have been

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all an enormous pain in the ass. But better than being stuck in one solar system, or worse, on a fragile old tub of a generation ship. Sitting in one not even particularly hospitable solar system is just kind of asking for it, in terms of extinction events and not having taken

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holy, the Way and the Path and the bright and dark and iron gods of Entropy and Irony, the Gods of the Ark that protected generation ships and hell, probably protected the Baomind also. My taste was terrible, but it was not that bad. Once they were on, well. I discovered I

The Beginning of Infinity: Explanations That Transform the World

by David Deutsch  · 30 Jun 2011  · 551pp  · 174,280 words

not involve explaining seasons in terms of people. Another influential idea about the human condition is sometimes given the dramatic name Spaceship Earth. Imagine a ‘generation ship’ – a spaceship on a journey so long that many generations of passengers live out their lives in transit. This has been proposed as a means

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of colonizing other star systems. In the Spaceship Earth idea, that generation ship is a metaphor for the biosphere – the system of all living things on Earth and the regions they inhabit. Its passengers represent all humans on

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Valley from whence we came, and have prevailed ever since. Oddly enough, that quixotic space station in our thought experiment is none other than the ‘generation ship’ in the Spaceship Earth metaphor – except that we have removed the unrealistic assumption that the inhabitants never improve it. Hence presumably they have long since

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problem of how to avoid dying, and so ‘generations’ are no longer essential to the way their ship works. In any case, with hindsight, a generation ship was a poor choice for dramatizing the claim that the human condition is fragile and dependent on support from an unaltered biosphere, for that claim

More Everything Forever: AI Overlords, Space Empires, and Silicon Valley's Crusade to Control the Fate of Humanity

by Adam Becker  · 14 Jun 2025  · 381pp  · 119,533 words

would die before arriving, as would their children and grandchildren; their distant descendants would arrive at the destination. This sort of “generation ship” is a common feature of science fiction. But generation ships are ethically indefensible. The initial crew would be condemning whole generations of their own descendants to live and die in the

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that might turn out to be less hospitable than it seemed at a distance. And that’s putting aside the practical matter of building a generation ship in the first place: a huge undertaking, requiring vast quantities of material. It would need to be engineered with massive safety redundancies and methods for

Accelerando

by Stross, Charles  · 22 Jan 2005  · 489pp  · 148,885 words

to. I've got agents working on a comet, out in the Oort cloud – we could move the archive to it, turn it into a generation ship with room for billions of evacuees running much slower than real-time in archive space until we find a new world to settle." "Is not

The Loop: How Technology Is Creating a World Without Choices and How to Fight Back

by Jacob Ward  · 25 Jan 2022  · 292pp  · 94,660 words

at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021034378 ISBNs: 9780316487207 (hardcover), 9780316487221 (ebook) E3-20211201-JV-NF-ORI CONTENTS Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication Epigraph INTRODUCTION The Generation Ship CHAPTER 1 The Reality Gap CHAPTER 2 Illusions CHAPTER 3 Two Systems CHAPTER 4 Clusters CHAPTER 5 Guidance Systems CHAPTER 6 Life on the Rails

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replaced by the formula, the cause by rules and probability. —Max Horkheimer and Theodor W. Adorno, Dialectic of Enlightenment, 1947 (trans. Edmund Jephcott) Introduction THE GENERATION SHIP WHENEVER OUR FUTURE on this planet looks bleak, we can’t help but think about other planets. We’ve spilled over our place in nature

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,300 human generations would pass on the way to Proxima Centauri b before the ship arrives. Generations. So how will we ever get there? A generation ship. First proposed in varying forms by early rocket pioneers, science fiction writers, and astrophysicists with a few beers in them, the general notion is this

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, religion, the Egyptian, Greek, and Roman empires—has happened since then. We’ve only been “modern humans” for that long. And that means that a generation ship isn’t just about finding and training the right one hundred people to seed a thousand-generation journey. It’s about literally bottling the equivalent

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of our entire history as a species for a repeat performance in captivity. A generation ship is every sociological and psychological challenge of modern life squashed into a microcosmic tube of survival and amplified—generation after generation. Will the final generation

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over, down on the surface of humanity’s new home? How do we possibly plan for this sort of time scale? The idea of a generation ship felt like a pointless fantasy when I first encountered it. But as I’ve spent the last few years speaking with technologists, academics, and policy

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of building systems that could reprogram our behavior now and for generations to come, I realized that the generation ship is real. We’re on board it right now. On this planet, our own generation ship, we were once passengers. But now, without any training, we’re at the helm. We have built lives

Glasshouse

by Charles Stross  · 14 Jun 2006  · 443pp  · 123,526 words

grasp for the right words: "We're about to lock ourselves down in this little bubble-polity like something out of the stone age, a generation ship . . . we're not going to be getting out of here for gigasecs, tens of gigs, at a minimum! I mean, not unless we go into

The Year's Best Science Fiction: Twenty-Sixth Annual Collection

by Gardner Dozois  · 23 Jun 2009  · 1,263pp  · 371,402 words

perceptible. The crossing to the Destination—Aeo Taea was a language naturally given to Portentous Capitalizations, Fast Man had discovered—could only be made by generation ship. The Aeo Taea had contrived to do it in just one generation. The strangely slow messages the Anpreen had picked up from the fleet were

Children of Ruin

by Adrian Tchaikovsky  · 13 May 2019  · 471pp  · 147,210 words

Noah and his predecessors have built up from. The stars are too far away, and his people are not predisposed to think in terms of generation ships and cold sleep and a thousand years of travel. Noah wants results now, and because of the wealth of technological understanding he has inherited, he

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want to flee to was unimaginably far away. And, impatient to be gone, his Reach threw out such long-term plans as cold sleep and generation ships in favour of . . . This. Space is an ocean, in this sense. It has waves and currents, and while there are hard and absolute limits to

The Box: How the Shipping Container Made the World Smaller and the World Economy Bigger

by Marc Levinson  · 1 Jan 2006  · 477pp  · 135,607 words

of efficiency. As the only port in the region with docks long enough for 900-foot containerships, Singapore became a major transshipment point, with third-generation ships handing off containers to smaller vessels that shuttled them to Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, and the Philippines. With longshore gangs reduced to only fifteen men and

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in their architects’ minds, and their cost for handling cargo was very low. Quite unlike either breakbulk ships or first-generation containerships, though, the second-generation ships came with obligations payable regardless of the business situation. Interest and principle on money borrowed to buy ships, chassis, and containers loomed large. Instead of

To Sleep in a Sea of Stars

by Christopher Paolini  · 14 Sep 2020  · 1,171pp  · 309,640 words

. * * * FTL travel is the defining technology of our modern era. Without it, expansion beyond the Solar System would be impossible, barring centuries-long trips on generational ships or automated seed ships that would grow colonists in situ upon arrival. Even the most powerful fusion drives lack the delta-v to jet between

Hyperion

by Dan Simmons  · 15 Sep 1990  · 584pp  · 170,388 words

priest, I have spent enough time on backward worlds to see the effects of an ancient genetic disorder variously called Down’s syndrome, mongolism, or generation-ship legacy. This, then, was the overall impression created by the sixty or so dark-robed little people who had approached me – I was being greeted

The Quantum Thief

by Hannu Rajaniemi  · 1 Jan 2010  · 324pp  · 91,653 words

there is a sparkling river of spaceships all around us, scattered over thousands of cubic kilometres but magnified by Perhonen’s skin: overclocked fast zoku generation ships that dump waste heat madly, every day of a journey like a thousand years for them; whalelike calmships with green and miniature suns inside, Sobornost

Do You Dream of Terra-Two?

by Temi Oh  · 15 Mar 2019  · 486pp  · 138,878 words

and swore to send a crew to Terra-Two before 2020. Just before the 2008 financial crisis, China’s National Space Administration had launched a generation ship to the nearby star system. It was slated to reach Terra-Two by 2120. And although the mission was famously unsuccessful, it spurred engineers on

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one knows where that ship is. Or if it’s even still out there.’ ‘Of course it’s out there,’ Juno replied. Although the Chinese generation ship had gone radio silent around two years ago, Juno still imagined it floating like a shadow through the solar system, making its slow way to

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’s data bank on her personal computer, looking for files. She came across the Xiao Lin papers, articles published by the scientist on the Chinese generation ship. Xiao Lin had laid out her ideas about the importance of living in harmony on a closed system like the Shēngmìng. Fellowship and justice, she

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-Two for decades, not even including the time it takes for them to receive any messages from us. Do you remember the Shēngmìng? The Chinese generation ship that basically went missing. It was all about the launch for them. Showing the country’s strength in the wake of the recession, and a

Leviathan Wakes

by James S. A. Corey  · 14 Jun 2011  · 648pp  · 170,770 words

on the moons of Jupiter. One moon of Uranus sported five thousand, the farthest outpost of human civilization, at least until the Mormons finished their generation ship and headed for the stars and freedom from procreation restrictions. And then there was the Belt. If you asked OPA recruiters when they were drunk

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minutes after he’d arrived speaking on the phone. Whatever he was talking about, it sounded technical. Holden assumed it was related to the giant generation ship outside. It didn’t bother him to be ignored for a few minutes, since the wall behind Fred was entirely covered by a bleedingly high

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already thinking it,” Holden said. Miller shrugged and drifted over to the ops station. “Big,” he said, nodding at the Nauvoo, on Holden’s screen. “Generation ship,” Holden said. “Something like that will give us the stars.” “Or a lonely death on a long trip to nowhere,” Miller replied. “You know,” Holden

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appeared in his field of view, a load of steel beams clutched in a pair of heavy manipulator arms, and flew toward the half-built generation ship. The shuttle shrank to a point no larger than the tip of a pen before it stopped. The Nauvoo suddenly shifted in Holden’s mind

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sympathy for them, his spiritual kindred. Now he was part of that disconnected tribe in earnest. Something bright happened on the skin of the great generation ship—a welding array firing off some intricate network of subtle connection, maybe. Past the Nauvoo, nestled in the constant hive-like activity of Tycho Station

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everything had. The furnishings, the smell of the air, the sense of its existing somewhere between a boardroom and a command and control center. The generation ship outside the window might have been half a percent closer to completion, but that wasn’t it. The stakes of the game had shifted, and

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-gravity stability and glory to God. It was still metal bones and woven agricultural substrate, but Miller could see where it was all heading. A generation ship was a statement of overarching ambition and utter faith. The Mormons had known that. They’d embraced it. They’d constructed a ship that was

The Achilles Trap: Saddam Hussein, the C.I.A., and the Origins of America's Invasion of Iraq

by Steve Coll  · 27 Feb 2024  · 738pp  · 196,803 words

who enjoyed the lion’s share of the emirate’s vast oil wealth. Brothers and cousins notionally ran Kuwait’s ministries, but technical operations—electricity generation, shipping, airlines—often depended on the talents of Lebanese, Palestinian, Indian, Pakistani, European, Australian, and American expatriates. The emirate’s service economy relied on Filipino and

Abaddon's Gate

by James S. A. Corey  · 3 Jun 2013  · 586pp  · 167,497 words

salt. The soft curve was studded with turreted rail guns and the rough, angry extrusions of torpedo tubes. Once, she’d been the Nauvoo. A generation ship headed to the stars carrying a load of devout Mormons with only an engineered ecosystem and an unshakable faith in God’s grace to see

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by accelerating forever. Plus, Einstein had a thing or two to say about trying to move mass at relativistic speeds. The Nauvoo had been a generation ship, its journey measured in light-years rather than light-minutes. The percentage of its life span it could afford to spend under thrust was tiny

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gun turret right there. And I’d bet a week’s desserts those things are torpedo tubes.” “I liked her better when she was a generation ship,” Holden replied. He called up combat ops and told the Rocinante to classify the new hull as the Behemoth-class dreadnought and add all the

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own remaining security forces was that the Behemoth had weathered the storm better than some of the other ships. Being designed and constructed as a generation ship meant that the joints and environmental systems had been built with an eye for long-term wear. She’d been cruising at under 10 percent

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be happy, family-oriented, and unassuming. Standing in the belly of the Behemoth, Anna would never have guessed they would build something like the massive generation ship. It was so big, so extravagant. It was like a rebellious shout at the emptiness of space. The universe is too big for our ship

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without functioning lungs.” The medical wards had changed. Spinning up the drum had meant stripping away as many of the alterations that had changed the generation ship into a weapon of war as they could. The medical stations and emergency showers had all been turned ninety degrees in the refit, prepared to

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to start again after a hundred ecological collapses. Seed vaults and soil and enough compressed hydrogen and oxygen to recreate the shallow ocean of a generation ship. Bull drove his mech across the vast open space, as wide and tall and airy as a cathedral, but without a single image of God

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it had been left in its original form, it would have been robust, but the requirements of a battleship were more rigorous than the elegant generation ship had been, and some of the duplicate systems had been repurposed to accommodate the PDCs, gauss guns, and torpedoes. She turned a monitor on, watching

Caliban's War

by James S. A. Corey  · 6 Jun 2012  · 630pp  · 174,171 words

his head. “It would have to be outside the orbit of … anything.” “Yep, she’ll be going deep. They’re going after that Nauvoo.” “The generation ship that was supposed to knock Eros into the sun?” “That’s the one. They cut her engines when the plan went south, but she’s