THE GREAT BIRD OF THE GALAXY WRITES A STAR TREK NOVEL!
The writer-producer who created Mr. Spock and all the other Star Trek characters -- who invented the Starship Enterprise, who gave the show its look, its ideals -- puts it all together again here in his first Star Trek novel!
Their historic five-year mission is over. Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Scotty all the crew have scattered to other jobs or other lives. Now, they are back together again on a fabulously refitted U.S.S. Enterprise as an incredibly destructive POWER threatens earth and the human race.
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
February 15, 1990
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Excerpt from The Motion Picture by Gene Roddenberry
He felt a strange tingling coming from somewhere inside his head. It was as if some intricate mechanical pattern had started to form there. Then that pattern became a memory, and he realized that he was receiving a Starfleet command alert signal. He did not like the feeling of it-and knowing that it came from a device implanted inside his brain made it even more annoying. As was the custom in Starfleet-indeed, it was a requirement-he had been implanted with a senceiver on receiving his first command. It was the ultimate signal device, reserved for use in only the gravest of emergencies-and this was only the second time that Starfleet Command had ever intruded into his mind in this fashion.*
"Is something wrong, Admiral Kirk?"
The question had come from one of the Libyan scholars who traditionally operate the Egypt-israeli Museum at Alexandria. Kirk was on a vacation leave tour of Africa's lovely old cities and had been drawn to the extraordinary history exhibits here in this most famous of all Earth museums. It was, to say the least, an unusual place to receive a Starfleet emergency signal-the surprise of it had brought him halfway to his feet with what he knew must be a somewhat alarmed look on his face. He managed to shake his head at the Libyan, and then sat down again at the research console he had been using.
It took James Kirk a moment before he could force himself to relax. Actually, he could not have been in a better place in which to receive this kind of emergency message. While pretending to be absorbed in his research console viewer, he could clear his mind of conscious thought and let his implant create images there for as long as the signal lasted.