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DaemonThis high-tech thriller for the wireless age explores the unthinkable consequences of a computer program running without human control--a daemon--designed to dismantle society and bring about a new world order. Available in a tall Premium Edition.
When a designer of computer games dies, he leaves behind a program that unravels the Internet's interconnected world. It corrupts, kills, and runs independent of human control. It's up to Detective Peter Sebeck to wrest the world from the malevolent virtual enemy before its ultimate purpose is realized: to destroy civilization...
- Verlag: Penguin Us; Signet, New York
- Ausstattung/Bilder: 2009. 640 p. 7.5 in
- Seitenzahl: 632
- Daemon Vol.1
- Altersempfehlung: ab 18 Jahre
- Abmessung: 190mm x 108mm x 38mm
- Gewicht: 339g
- ISBN-13: 9780451228734
- ISBN-10: 0451228731
- Best.Nr.: 27065363
Matthew A. Sobol, PhD, cofounder and chief technology officer of CyberStorm Entertainment ( HSTM & Nasdaq), died today at age 34 after a prolonged battle with brain cancer . A pioneer in the $40 billion computer game industry, Sobol was the architect of CyberStorm's bestselling online games Over the Rhine and The Gate . CyberStorm CEO Kenneth Kevault described Sobol as "a tireless innovator and a rare intellect".
What the hell just happened? That was all Joseph Pavlos kept thinking as he clenched a gloved hand against his throat. It didn't stop the blood from pulsing between his fingers. Already a shockingly wide pool had formed in the dirt next to his face. He was on the ground somehow. Although he couldn't see the gash, the pain told him the wound was deep. He rolled onto his back and stared up at a stretch of spotless blue sky.
His usually methodical mind sped frantically through the possibilities - like someone groping for an exit in a smoke-filled building. He had to do something. Anything. But what? The phrase What the hell just happened? kept echoing in his head uselessly, while blood kept spurting between his fingers. Adrenaline surged through his system, his heart beat faster. He tried to call out. No good. Blood squirted several inches into the air and sprinkled his face. Carotid artery . . .
He was pressing on his neck so hard he was almost strangling himself. And he'd been feeling so good just moments before this. He remembered that much at least. His last debts repaid. At long last.
He was getting calmer now. Which was strange. He kept trying to remember what he'd been doing. What brought him here to this place. It seemed so unimportant now. His hand began to relax its hold. He could see plainly that there was no emergency. Because there was no logical scenario in which he would emerge from this alive. And after all, it was his unequaled talent for logic that had brought Pavlos so far in life. Hadbrought him halfway around the world. This was it. He'd already done everything he would ever do. His peripheral vision began to constrict, and he felt like an observer. He was calm now.
And it was in that cold, detached state that he realized: Matthew Sobol had died. That's what the news said. And then it all made sense to him. Sobol's game finally made sense. It was beautiful really.
Clever man ....