The Omega Project: Near-Death Experiences, Ufo Encounters, and Mind at Large

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I'd arrived in the woods before dawn, having ridden all night on my motorcycle. No lights needed, thanks to my night-vision glasses, no sound since the bike was powered solely by batteries. I'd been staked out in this blind for the better part of eight hours. Sweat continued to pour down my face and soak my camouflage clothing, and the bugs were relentless, but I'd chosen this spot because it was only twenty paces from the creek, offering me a clear shot at anything or anyone that ventured by. Truth be told, I'd never shot anything more lethal than a BB gun, but desperate times required desperate measures. To my left, the Blue Ridge Mountains caressed the setting sun between its peaks and valley. With darkness a mere ninety minutes away, I had to choose—the woman or sanctuary? On the brink of a disaster that could end all human life on earth, tech genius Robert Eisenbraun joins a team of scientists in Antarctica on a mission to Jupiter's moon Europa to mine a rare ore that would provide for Earth's long-term energy needs. But as he and the rest of the team train under the ice shelf in preparation for the long journey, trouble erupts, and before they embark Eisenbraun is the odd man out, put into cold sleep against his will.... Ya antes de que todo se fuese a la mierda con la Gran Mortandad, el prota, un genio en lo suyo (supuestamente), había desarrollado una IA tipo Skynet (muy sutil?) para la misión de obtener el helio-3 de la Luna. Pero abandonó el proyecto para desarrollar un microchip que se implantaría en el cerebro para ayudarnos a ser mejores personas (más adelante hablo de su error).

Shields, Maureen R. Book review: Ring, Kenneth. The Omega Project: Human Evolution in an Ecological Age. Library Journal, April 1, 1992. I am not reviewing the book for the tour company. I did finally finish the book and it was just OK (as the two stars confirm). The writing is good. I have read other books by him and this rating is in comparison to these. Anytime a story starts out with a super computer running the show or a trip to outer space, I get nervous, so imagine my total paranoia when I began reading Steve Alten’s newest sci-fi thriller, THE OMEGA PROJECT. It has BOTH, a super computer and a planned trip to a far, distant world. But, then the story starts moving along and the ‘scary’ really begins.Don't get me wrong there were some gorgeous scenes, some incredible story building but it was ruined with all the preaching and shoving of spirituality. The story is about Robert Eisenbraun. It glosses over the near apocalyptic event called the Great Die off where Robert meets the love of his life Andria. As the story matures, it seems to be going first in one direction, then into another. What annoys me is that some of these story shifts come "off camera" and I found them to be less effective. En el mundo del libro (la Tierra en la actualidad), la crisis del petróleo deribó en una Tercera Guerra Mundial, en la utilización de nuevas armas que mandaron a la Edad de Piedra a naciones y, lo más importante, en la Gran Mortandad, donde la excasez hizo que muriera prácticamente toda la raza humana. Ante este panorama, los supervivientes empiezan una suerte de reconstrucción de la sociedad sin la participación del petróleo. Descubren que una sustancia, el helio-3, tiene la capacidad de poder alcanzar la fusión nuclear sin peligro y quieren explotarlo para obtener energía, lamentablemente en la Tierra escasea y deberán ir a la Luna a conseguirlo. There was a lot of ludonarrative dissonance regarding the main character. The main character was betrayed as someone without any religion or spirituality. He is wrapped up in his machines. At the beginning he is someone who should not be so capable at the end of the world, at least with the running out of energy and the asteroid heading towards earth. And all of a sudden he is super survivor. He should not be able to do all that! When they get to Antarctica, again already built up as not only a non-practicing Jew but someone who does not believe in anything but the science. You don't start praying and FEELING your soul bam, no matter how much of an experience you have. It happens, sure, but it happens within reason. It was... it was discerning and frustrating.

To solve the riddle and save the former president, the kidnappers give Sean just one week—an impossible task to evade a nationwide manhunt and solve the most dangerous mystery of his life.Then you realize later in the story that he was recruited by the Commander of the Navy, so you have a multi-layered of the bad guys, that Sean and Tommy find themselves up against. I can't give it more than 2 stars. What the hell was that? I wanted to DNF it so bad but I kept going. It was such a drag. When I read the blurb on Goodreads, I was like "Woooah". Who wouldn't want to read this story? But when it came down to it, this novel failed to deliver. When he wakes, Eisenbraun finds the ship deserted and no longer functional. He escapes to the surface of an Earth terribly changed. The plan has gone horribly wrong, but as he adapts to a hostile environment, he realizes that there is still a way to accomplish what the mission had set out to achieve. But he also discovers that he faces a new adversary of the most unlikely sort. Now his own survival, and that of the woman whose love has sustained him in his darkest hours, depends on the defeat of a technological colossus partly of his own making. Toda la primera parte del libro esta bastante bien, lo suficiente como para atrapar mi atención, sin embargo, la segunda parte se convierte en una historia onírica y sinsentido, de algún modo pierde tal fuelle que no puedo evitar pensar en la perdida de tiempo y esfuerzo para leer algo como esto, una pena, ya que por la manera en que comienza uno espera terminar con algo completamente diferente, si bien el comienzo es mejor que el final, también he encontrado muchas fallas en esa parte de la historia, si, es verdad que es ciencia ficción, pero he sentido que por tratarse de este género el autor se ha tomado la libertad de crear una historia que casi llega a la fantasía o como dije, en una historia digna de un mal sueño, no se me ocurre otra manera de definirla, únicamente en un sueño pueden pasar escenas tan raras y fuera de toda realidad. The novel was cogent but I would say that the author either lost his voice or never developed one to enhance the characterization. Every character was patterned: like watching a B-grade military movie where characters exchange patterned dialogue. I will not be visiting the next in the series unless the author pays me.

The Omega Project" could have been so much better if the author had taken more time to flesh out the story of Ike, a brilliant scientist making his way through a post apocalyptic world. Which is barely mentioned before he and his gal pal are rescued from danger by the government! And then BAM! it's a few years later and oh, Ike's now created artificial intelligence for his brain stem, and his pre-apocolypse super computer is up and running. And now that two paragraphs was given to both those things, Ike gets sent to Antarctica where his supercomputer is suggesting they go to the moon Europa to save the Earth, and then wham! It's a million years later and Ike comes out of his cryogenic state to find that this asteroid had hit the moon... Tell you what, I'll handle the brawn, you handle the brains and maybe we'll manage to survive this mess." Confronting a foe that knows him almost as well as he knows himself, Eisenbraun faces the prospect of depending on resources he has reason to believe will be available on one particular night of a full moon - a night foretold by a mysterious, unseen ally to be a pivotal moment for the fate of the planet. The game has changed, and Earth's future depends on him and him alone.

I turned slowly, my heart racing as she emerged from the forest like an erotic female warrior from a Luis Royo painting. Her ebony hair flowed nearly down to her waist in a curly tangle camouflaged in twigs and leaves, every inch of her flesh concealed in green and brown paint or beneath a skintight matching bodysuit. Ten paces away and I could smell her scent—a heavy animal musk. She looked about my age. The quiver was strapped to her thigh, the muscles of her upper body taut as she aimed the graphite bow's arrow at my heart.