The Borg are back -- and nastier than ever. No longer mindless, inhuman drones but cyborg soldiers on a mission to assimilate all intelligent life, their new goal is the complete destruction of the Federation. And in the midst of facing the Borg again, Captain Picard learns that he may be the cause of the change.
Commander Data is changing as well. For the first time in his life, Data feels a genuine emotion -- and that emotion is deadly, destructive rage. When it is revealed that the Borg are commanded by an old enemy out of Data's past, Data must choose between his allegiance tot he Federation and the one thing he wants above all else...
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
October 01, 1993
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Excerpt from Descent by Diane Carey
"... BUT THEN I SAID, 'In that frame of reference, the perihelion of Mercury would have precessed in the opposite direction.' "
The face that belonged to the buzzing voice was decorated with a wide smile and a flash of defiant life in a shriveled body huddled within the confines of a supportive chair.
Of the four men present, one had told the story and another now erupted in laughter.
A third frowned and pondered the anecdote, and the fourth... was not a man.
"Dat is a great story!" The second fellow laughed, a haggard presence with a flying cloud of chalky hair, a mustache like a hanging horsehair brush, and a chopping German accent.
To the casual observer, the man who was not a man may have been amused -- it was difficult to tell. Despite a face painted gold, as the face of a jester would be, there was painful poor entertainment in the bullion cheeks and the yellow eyes. He wore a hat brim with no hat, not even a plume, as if to shield those yellow eyes from the single source of light above their heads, and he was dealing very slick gaming cards to the gathering.
"Quite amusing, Dr. Hawking," the bullion one said. Now he shifted slightly and looked to his right. "You see, Sir Isaac, the joke depends on an understanding of the relativistic curvature of space-time. If two non-inertial reference frames are in relative motion--"
Puffing up his nobleman's pride, Professor of Mathematics and Knight of the Realm Sir Isaac Newton challenged the off-putting birdlike eyes of their dealer.
"Do not patronize me, sir," he said. "I invented physics. The day the apple fell on my head was the most momentous day in the history of science."
He resisted the urge to tell them that he had been on the edge of comprehending the story when they denied him the chance to think by their overexplaining. He would never do such to his students.