This is a really really good bad book. Its premise is that a super super collider, propels protons and antiprotons in a circular path around a 45 mile diameter accelerator ring, bringing them to near light-speed, then collides them and watches the distributions of particles which emerge as they annihilate each other. The only problem is that someone has injected malware into the system, so that it appears that God is also disclosed when the collision occurs. Unfortunately this gives rise to a Fundamentalist outrage and subsequent storm on the collider by those who believe that the scientists are trying to create a graven-image of our Lord. The violence which ensues creates an anti-Christ, who ends up establishing his own "religion" based on science and a search for the truth, which is mankind's quest for an answer to the heat-death of the universe through entropy. There is a love interest, which is semi-hot, and the ending is cloyingly predictable, but Stephen King couldn't do much better. I guess. It was a waste of my evening and early morning, but enjoyable in an onanistic way. Well, c'est la vie. I've certainly done worse on a Friday night.
This is a really really good bad book. Its premise is that a super super collider, propels protons and antiprotons in a circular path around a 45 mile diameter accelerator ring, bringing them to near light-speed, then collides them and watches the distributions of particles which emerge as they annihilate each other. The only problem is that someone has injected malware into the system, so that it appears that God is also disclosed when the collision occurs. Unfortunately this gives rise to a Fundamentalist outrage and subsequent storm on the collider by those who believe that the scientists are trying to create a graven-image of our Lord. The violence which ensues creates an anti-Christ, who ends up establishing his own "religion" based on science and a search for the truth, which is mankind's quest for an answer to the heat-death of the universe through entropy. There is a love interest, which is semi-hot, and the ending is cloyingly predictable, but Stephen King couldn't do much better. I guess. It was a waste of my evening and early morning, but enjoyable in an onanistic way. Well, c'est la vie. I've certainly done worse on a Friday night.
