Greg Egan

TERANESIA

CRITICAL ACCLAIM FOR GREG EGAN

‘One of the genre’s great ideas men’.

The Times

‘The universe may be stranger than we can imagine, but it’s going to have a hard time outdoing Egan’.

New Scientist

‘Science fiction as it should be’

Odyssey

‘Brilliant. Fantastic, mind-stretching… Revel in it. We’ll not see its like for a while’.

Starburst

‘Greg Egan is central to contemporary science fiction’.

Interzone

‘Qualifies as grand speculation in the purest sense… stunning’.

Locus

‘Greg Egan is the 21st century’s most important SF writer… Read Egan today, because it’s what everybody else will be reading tomorrow’.

Stephen Baxter

‘Immensely exhilarating. Sweeps the reader along like a cork on a tidal wave’.

Sydney Morning Herald

‘[Greg Egan] reveals wonders with an artistry to equal his audacity’.

New York Review of Science Fiction

‘Wonderful, mind-expanding stuff, and well written too’.

Guardian

‘In a time when it’s frequently claimed that SF holds no more surprises Egan casts a coldly innovative eye on old themes… Egan’s visions of the future glow with gloomy intellectual fire. Luminous indeed’.

Amazon.co.uk

ALSO BY GREG EGAN FROM GOLLANCZ

Quarantine

Permutation City

Axiomatic

Distress

Teranesia

Luminous

Schild’s Ladder

PART ONE

1

The island was too small for human habitation, and too far from the commonly travelled sea routes to serve as a navigation point, so the people of the Kai and Tanimbar Islands had never had reason to name it. The Javanese and Sumatran rulers who’d claimed tributes from the Spice Islands would have been oblivious to its existence, and Prabir had been unable to locate it on any Dutch or Portuguese chart that had been scanned and placed on the net. To the current Indonesian authorities it was a speck on the map of Maluku propinsi, included for the sake of completeness along with a thousand other uninhabited rocks. Prabir had realised the opportunity he was facing even before they’d left Calcutta, and he’d begun compiling a list of possibilities immediately, but it wasn’t a decision he could make lightly. He’d been on the island for more than a year before he finally settled on a name for it.

He tried out the word on his classmates and friends before slipping it into a conversation with his parents. His father had smiled approvingly, but then had second thoughts.

‘Why Greek? If you’re not going to use a local language… why not Bengali?’

Prabir had gazed back at him, puzzled. Names sounded dull if you understood them too easily. Why make do with a lame Big River, when you could have a majestic Rio Grande? But surely his father knew that. It was his example Prabir was following.

‘The same reason you named the butterfly in Latin.’

His mother had laughed. ‘He’s got you there!’ And his father had relented, hoisting Prabir up into the air to be spun and tickled. ‘All right, all right! Teranesia!’

But that had been before Madhusree was born, when she hadn’t been named herself (except as the much- too-literal Accidental Bulge). So Prabir stood on the beach, holding his sister up to the sky, spinning around slowly as he chanted, ‘Teranesia! Teranesia!’ Madhusree stared down at him, more interested in watching him pronounce the strange word than in taking in the panorama he was trying to present to her. Was it normal to be near-sighted at fifteen months? Prabir resolved to look it up. He lowered her to his face and kissed her noisily, then staggered,

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