The Immortality Factor - Softcover

Bova, Ben

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ISBN 10: 0765306425 ISBN 13: 9780765306425

Publisher: Tor Books, 2012

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Provocative, gripping, startling: with The Immortality Factor bestselling author Ben Bova delivers a knockout read with his trademark blend of cutting-edge science and unrelenting suspense....Some see stem-cell research as mankind's greatest scientific breakthrough. Others see a blasphemous attempt to play God. Suddenly, the possibility of immortality exists. Two brothers, both doctors, stand on opposite sides of the controversy. To Dr. Arthur Marshak, his work is a momentous gift to humanity. To Dr. Jessie Marshak, it is a curse. Between them stands a beautiful, remarkable woman both brothers will do anything to save. Somehow, before it's too late, Arthur and Jessie Marshak must bridge the gap that divides them...on an issue that could mean nothing less than life or death for millions.

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About the Author:

BEN BOVA is a six-time winner of the Hugo Award, a former editor of Analog, former editorial director of Omni, and past president of the National Space Society and the Science Fiction Writers of America. Bova lives in Florida.

Washington: The Capitol

The crowd surging along the barriers that blocked off the Capitol steps was on the verge of turning ugly. It was much larger than the Capitol Police had anticipated and growing bigger by the minute. At first it had been orderly, well organized, mostly women of various ages led by earnest young men in dark suits and narrow ties who shouted their directions through electric bullhorns. Their permits were all in order and they patiently submitted to searches by the special antiterrorism squad and their bomb-sniffing dogs.

The placards they carried were professionally printed in red, white, and blue.

NO MONSTERS! DON’T INTERFERE WITH GOD’S WORK STEM CELL RESEARCH KILLS BABIES MARSHAK IS A BABY KILLER

But now a different sort of crowd was pouring in, men and women, older for the most part, lots of gray hair and bald heads, many in wheelchairs. They were being searched, too, before being allowed across the broad parking area in front of the Capitol building. They had only a few placards among them, many of them hand-lettered.

DON’T CONDEMN ME FOR LIFE TO THIS WHEELCHAIR I NEED A NEW HEART MY BABY IS DYING. PLEASE HELP ME!

The demonstrators marched up and down the parking area outside the Capitol steps, chanting slogans and counterslogans.

"Marshak does the devil’s work!"

"Marshak is a gift from God!"

"Marshak ...Marshak ...Mar-shak ...Mar-shak!"

Now TV news vans were pulling up, like sharks drawn to blood, camera crews focusing on the placards and the marching, chanting, shouting, red-faced demonstrators.

The sky overhead was a clear summer blue, although the morning traffic had already raised a smoggy haze on the streets. Security choppers buzzed overhead; no news media helicopters were allowed near the Capitol. A hot, muggy July morning in the nation’s capital; it would have been a slow Monday, news-wise, except for the demonstration. Knots of picketers began to cluster around each of the camera crews, yelling out their slogans and waggling their placards.

Captain Wally Lewis watched it all from the top of the Capitol steps with a sour frown on his dark fleshy face.

"Better call the Army," he said into his handheld radio.

The little speaker crackled. "You mean you can’t handle a few yahoos?"

Lewis grimaced. "There’s more’n a few." Squinting through the pollution haze past the Supreme Court building up toward the roadblock on Maryland Avenue where incoming buses were stopped and searched, he added, "And more busloads heading this way."

"How many more?"

"Six . . . eight ...must be a dozen I can see from here. Plenty of nuts in with them." Then Lewis added, "Some terrorist outfit could use ’em for cover."

"You see any A-rabs among ’em?"

"Like they’re gonna wear turbans and bushy beards," Lewis grumbled.

"You’re overreacting, Wally."

With the weary head shake of a veteran, Lewis said into his radio, "These people are gonna turn nasty, I tell you. I can feel it in my bones."

"The hearing’s over at the Rayburn Building, ain’t it? Dumb shits don’t even know where it’s happening."

"Don’t matter where the hearings are," said Lewis. "If there’s a riot it’s gonna be right here."

"Who in hell would’ve thought people’d get this worked up over some science stuff?" In the tiny radio speaker his supervisor sounded more surprised than annoyed.

"Yeah," said Lewis. Then he added silently, Who in hell?

Excerpted from The Immoratality Factor by Ben Bova.Copyright � 2009 by Ben Bova.Published in April 2009 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.

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