I'm a real science fiction fan, and BEYOND HERCULES told me from the start that I was in for marvellous entertainment.
A space-faring race of beetle-like beings decides that nobody is going to know the secret of antigravity but them, and they create a weapon to destroy any other race developing this technology. The weapon picks up a trace of antigrav a long way off - on Earth, in fact.
Duke Wainwright is already unpopular with the neighbours. The young scientist tinkers with all sorts of stuff in his garage, and they're sure that he's going to blow them all up some day. Well, he comes close. A hole a mile deep in the concrete floor has to be hastily concealed from the cops. He needs somewhere to work without endangering anyone... maybe that old mine outside Sedona where he used to play as a kid.
Speaking of kids, the neighbours persuaded the parents of seventeen-year-old Angie Sgambelli, an Italian-American, to stop her hanging around with Duke - he was older than her and he brought hot girls home. So Angie goes off to train with the Russian Space Program, now that America doesn't have one any more. Duke thinks wistfully of his bright sidekick and records his work as if speaking to her. Then Duke learns that not only the Hubble Space Telescope and International Space Station, but all the communication and weather satellites in orbit, have been jolted by some unknown force, which he suspects is antigravity produced by his experiments. What next?
BEYOND HERCULES is written by native Texan Paul Bussard, who had a thirty-year aerospace career before moving to communications and makes good use of those skills in his writing. Anyone who has enjoyed the film Contact will like the sequence with two lady astronomers intercepting and decoding a signal from off the Earth, while analysing the atmosphere of planetary moons. Here and there are technical passages but anyone finding these tough going can skip a page and pick up the lively action. Some mildly strong language is the only issue for young adult readers, so while BEYOND HERCULES isn't a YA book I would say any SF fan from mid-teens could enjoy the read. The writing style is easy to read and well-informed, while we get to know and admire many great characters, including a cosmonaut, those pesky beetles and that alien-built weapon.
BEYOND HERCULES is the story of a charismatic techno-geek
who
discovers anti-gravity not knowing the galaxy is
patrolled by a derelict
weapon that annihilates anyone using anti-gravity
technology.
Imagine Duke Wainwrightβs surprise when a simple fiber
optics experiment
blows a mile-deep hole in his garage floor. Heβs
discovered anti-gravity, but
doesnβt know it. However, a derelict weapon, programmed
to annihilate
anyone with anti-gravity
technology, does know it. It begins a countdown before
Duke even knows
what heβs discovered. Duke, his teenage sweetheart, an
out-of-work
astronomer, and a dead cosmonaut scramble to mount a
defense as the
robotic weapon begins its attack.
Beyond Hercules is a First Contact story of discovery,
mystery, adventure,
and romance for readers of all ages.
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EXCERPT
Dammit! Angie mentally cursed herself for looking back.
Two perfect hemispheres in a light blue cardigan sweater
moved to Dukeβs side as she turned to wave one last
goodbye to him and her parents.
Damn him and every one of his stupid bimbos! How dare he
bring a woman when heβs seeing me off?
Her wheeled suitcase caught on something in the boarding
tunnel, and she yanked it loose, ripping a hole in the
fabric big enough that a pair of her undies fell outβthe
frayed frumpy ones for cold weather, of course. She
grabbed them and stuffed them in her coat pocket before
the whole plane knew what her underwear looked like.
Sheβd deal with the torn fabric when she got to Atlanta.
Duke, the jerk, had advised her to pack duct tape. Now
she was indebted to him for that, too. She stomped her
way into the airplane. A crowd just inside the doorway
blocked her way, and she fumed in silence waiting for the
aisle to clear.
No one sat in her row when she reached her coach-class
seat. She crammed one bag into the overhead bin, kicked
the other one under the seat, and plopped down by the
window with her arms crossed, hands clenched into fists.
Someone waved from the terminal window. She refused to
turn her head, but saw two shapes, and one of them wore
light blue.
Donβt hang around on my account. She spat the thought in
his direction. You can go screw her now . . . and screw
yourself while youβre at it! Tears rolled down her
cheeks.
Today should have been one of the happiest days in her
life. She was on her way to Russiaβto Moscow State
Universityβa giant step toward her goal of becoming an
astronautβor cosmonaut. She didnβt care which. The target
of her curses was the guy who was making it all possible.
He was providing everythingβtravel, tuition, room and
board, health insurance, and spending money. Everything.
Free! Shame took the place of her anger for a while, then
self-pity.
Why canβt I have a great body and beautiful boobs like
she has? Then he would want to make love with me! When
will I ever start developing? Iβm seventeen!
She tried to imagine what sex would be like with Duke.
Sheβd read enough steamy romance novels to know it could
be goodβwonderful with someone you love, and she loved
Duke. He didnβt love her, though. Not the way she wanted
him to, anyway. He doesnβt love any of the other women,
either, based on the length of his relationships. Somehow
that didnβt make her feel much better.
She felt the plane lurch and quickly snapped her
seatbelt, glancing out the window. Duke was there,
waving. She studiously ignored him. No way was she going
to forgive him for ruining her special day.
She should have known that he had a girlfriend again.
Sheβd seen the signs often enough beforeβgarage door
closed, Jeep gone, Lobo left alone in the back yard.
The flight attendant started going through her safety
spiel, interrupting Angieβs thoughts. She could hardly
wait to change planes in Atlanta and be airborne again.
Tomorrow morning Iβll be in Moscow!
The idea of going to Russia would never have occurred to
Angie. If it had, she would have dismissed it immediately
as one more thing that was beyond her means. But the idea
came from Duke, and he did have the means. Once he
convinced her he was serious, she could think of nothing
else.
The only major obstacle to her trip had come from an
unexpected quarterβher late development. In order for
Duke to provide her with health care, sheβd had to get a
physical. The general practitioner sent her to a
gynecologist, who sent her to an endocrinologist, who
prescribed estrogen patches to see if the hormones would
trigger her development.
Mamma Sgambelli, who suspected the patches were a sneaky
form of contraceptive, put her foot down. βAbsolutely
not! No birth control!β
βMamma, weβre not controlling birth,β Angie argued.
βWeβre enabling it. If I donβt become a woman, I wonβt be
able to have babies, and you wonβt have any
grandchildren.β
A few minutes later, Mamma nodded her assent.
# # #
Angie looked out the windows until the plane rose above
the clouds, then she lost interest. She kept thinking
about Duke. Every time she thought of him, her mind went
through the same cycleβlove, disappointment, anger,
shame, self-pity, and back to love.
Youβve got to stop doing this to yourself!
But I love him.
He doesnβt love you.
Does, too!
Okay, maybe so, but he doesnβt know it.
He might someday.
Yeah, right. When he runs out of bimbos. Youβre
fantasizing about him while your real dream is about to
come true. Which one is more importantβspace or Duke?
The question brought the mental Ping-Pong to an abrupt
halt. Angie fantasized about her future a lotβpiloting a
shuttle, going EVA at the space station, walking on the
Moon, but where was Duke? Theyβd be married, she was
sure, but try as she might, she could only picture him at
home in Haysville in his garage or . . . No! She quickly
suppressed the image of two perfect hemispheres in blue
cardigan that popped into her mind. He wouldnβt . . .
would he?
Reluctantly, Angie forced herself to face two very
unpleasant realitiesβDukeβs emotional maturity was in
just as sad a state as her physical development, and
there was no possibility of a romantic relationship
between them unless and until both of them grew up.
But I love him.