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SEVENEVES
Neal Stephenson
The Borough Press,
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First published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2015
Copyright © Neal Stephenson 2015
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Illustrations by Weta Workshop; copyright © Neal Stephenson 2015
Lead Illustrator: Christian Pearce
Creative Research: Ben Hawker and Paul Tobin
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780008132545
Ebook Edition © May 2015 ISBN: 9780008132538
Version: 2019-03-01
TO JAIME, MARIA, MARCO, AND JEFF
Contents
THE MOON BLEW UP WITHOUT WARNING AND FOR NO APPARENT reason. It was waxing, only one day short of full. The time was 05:03:12 UTC. Later it would be designated A+0.0.0, or simply Zero.
An amateur astronomer in Utah was the first person on Earth to realize that something unusual was happening. Moments earlier, he had noticed a blur flourishing in the vicinity of the Reiner Gamma formation, near the moon’s equator. He assumed it was a dust cloud thrown up by a meteor strike. He pulled out his phone and blogged the event, moving his stiff thumbs (for he was high on a mountain and the air was as cold as it was clear) as fast as he could to secure the claim to himself. Other
