Authors: Daniel Suarez
Daemon
a novel
DUTTON
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Suarez, Daniel, 1964–
Daemon: a novel / Daniel Suarez.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references.
ISBN: 1-101-00751-6
1. Computer programmers—Fiction. 2. Human-computer interaction—Fiction. 3. International economic integration—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3619.U327D34 2009
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For Michelle
No more bedtime stories…
daemon (d
’m
n) n
—A computer program that runs continuously in the background and performs specified operations at predefined times or in response to certain events.
Condensed from “Disk and Execution MONitor”
Reuters.com/business
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.”
W
hat 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. Had brought 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…