SAINT-EXUPERY, TERRE DES HOMMES

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Résumé : En s'aventurant au-delà du système solaire, les Terriens ont établi le Contact avec une civilisation galactique vieille d'un milliard d'années, composée de milliers d'espèces intelligentes et basée sur le principe d'Elévation : les races aînées ont le devoir de guider les espèces plus primitives vers le stade de la pleine sapience. Mais les humains font figure d'exception à cette grande tradition. Sans aînés connus, ils prétendent avoir atteint l'intelligence eux-mêmes au cours de leur évolution, et ils ont déjà élevés à la conscience les dauphins et les chimpanzés. Résolus à faire leurs preuves auprès des Galactiques, les Terriens mènent le projet Sundiver, qui envoie des missions d'exploration à proximité de notre soleil. Leurs découvertes, notamment celle de l'existence des formes de vie inconnues dans les archives de la Bibliothèque galactique, risquent cependant de mettre le feu aux poudres. Sous l'égide de Jacob Demwa, ancien détective scientifique, l'équipe Sundiver se voit mêlée aux intrigues des puissantes races aînées, à l'affût du moindre prétexte pour remettre ces parvenus de la Terre à leur place... Premier volume du Cycle de l'Elévation, Jusqu'au coeur du soleil est un roman de science-fiction haletant, où suspense, rigueur scientifique et réflexion se côtoient.

Extrait How strange, that such an insignificant little world should come to matter so much.Traffic roared amid the towers of Capital City, just beyond the sealed crystal dome of the officialpalanquin. But no sound penetrated to disturb the bureaucrat of Cost and Caution, whoconcentrated only on the holo-image of a small planet, turning slowly within reach of one down-covered arm. Blue seas and a jewel-bright spray of islands came into view as the bureaucrat watched, sparkling in the reflected glow of an out-of-view star.If I were one of the gods spoken of in wolfling legends…the bureaucrat imagined. Its pinions flexed. There was the feeling one had only to reach out with a talon and seize...But no. The absurd idea demonstrated that the bureaucrat had spent too much time studying theenemy. Crazy Terran concepts were infecting its mind.Two downy aides fluttered quietly nearby, preening the bureaucrats feathers and bright tore for the appointment ahead. They were ignored. Aircars and floater barges darted aside and regimented lanes of traffic melted away before the bright beacon of the official vehicle. This was status normally accorded only royalty, but within the palanquin all went on unnoticed as the bureaucrat's heavy beak lowered toward the holo-image.Garth. So many times the victim.The outlines of brown continents and shallow blue seas lay partly smeared under pinwheel storm clouds, as decep1tively white and soft to the eye as a Cubru's plumage. Along just one chain of islands-and at a single point at the edge of the largest continent-shone the lights of a few small cities. Everywhere else the world appeared untouched, perturbed only by occasional flickering strokes of storm brewed lightning.Strings of code symbols told a darker truth. Garth was a poor place, a bad risk. Why else had the wolfling humans and their clients been granted a colony leasehold there? The place had been written off by the Galactic Institutes long ago.And now, unhappy little world, you have been chosen as a site for war.For practice, the bureaucrat of Cost and Caution thought in Anglic, the beastly, unsanctioned language of the Earthling creatures. Most Gubru considered the study of alien things an unwholesome pastime, but now the bureaucrat's obsession seemed about to pay off at last.At last. Today.The palanquin had threaded past the great towers d Capital City, and a mammoth edifice of opalescent stone now seemed to rise just ahead. The Conclave Arena, seat of government of all the Cubit race and clan.Nervous, anticipatory shivers flowed down the bureaucrat's head-crest all the way to its vestigial flight feathers, bringing forth chirps of complaint from the two Kwackoo aides. How could they finish preening the bureaucrat's fine. white feathers, they asked, or buff its long, hooked beak, if it didn't sit still?"I comprehend, understand, will comply," the bureaucrat answered indulgently in Standard Galactic Language Number Three. These Kwackoo were loyal creatures, to be allowed some minor impertinences. For distraction, the bureaucrat returned to thoughts of the small planet, Garth.It is the most defenseless Earthling outpost ... the one most easily taken hostage. That is why the military pushed for this operation, even while we are hard-pressed elsewhere in space. This will strike deeply at the wolflings, and we may thereby coerce them to yield what we want.After the armed forces, the priesthood had been next to agree to the plan. Recently the Guardians of Propriety had ruled that an invasion could be undertaken without any loss of honor.That left the Civil Service the third leg of the Perch of Command. And there consensus hadbroken. The bureaucrat's superiors in the Department of Cost and Caution had demurred. The plan was too risky, they declared. Too expensive.A perch cannot stand long on two legs. There must be consensus. There must be compromise.There are times when a nest cannot avoid taking risks.The mountainous Conclave Arena became a cliff of dressed stone, covering half the sky. Acavernous opening loomed, then swallowed the palanquin. With a quiet murmur the smallvessel's gravitics shut down and the canopy lifted. A crowd of Gubru in the normal whiteplumage of adult neuters already waited at the foot of the landing apron.They know, the bureaucrat thought, regarding them with its right eye. They know I am alreadyno longer one of them.In its other eye the bureaucrat caught a last glimpse of the white-swaddled blue globe. Garth.Soon, the bureaucrat thought in Anglic. We shall meet soon.The Conclave Arena was a riot of color. And such colors! Feathers shimmered everywhere in theroyal hues, crimson, amber, and arsene blue.Two four-footed Kwackoo servants opened a ceremonial portal for the bureaucrat of Cost andCaution, who momentarily had to stop and hiss in awe at the grandeur of the Arena. Hundreds ofperches lined the terraced walls, crafted in delicate, ornate beauty out of costly woods importedfrom a hundred worlds. And all around, in regal splendor, stood the Roost Masters of the Gubrurace.No matter how well it had prepared for today, the bureaucrat could not help feeling deeplymoved. Never had it seen so many queens and princes at one time!To an alien, there might seem little to distinguish the bureaucrat from its lords. All were tall,slender descendants of flightless birds. To the eye, only the Roost Masters' striking coloredplumage set them apart from the majority of the race. More important differences layunderneath, however. These, after all, were queens and princes, possessed of gender and theproven right to command.Nearby Roost Masters turned their sharp beaks aside in order to watch with one eye as thebureaucrat of Cost and Caution hurried through a quick, mincing dance of ritual abasement.Such colors! Love rose within the bureaucrat's downy breast, a hormonal surge triggered bythose royal hues. It was an ancient, instinctive response, and no Gubru had ever proposedchanging it. Not even after they had learned the art of gene-altering and become starfarers.Those of the race who achieved the ultimate-color and gender-had to be worshipped and obeyedby those who were still white and neuter.It was the very heart of what it meant to be Gubru. It was good. It was the way.The bureaucrat noticed that two other white-plumed Gubru had also entered the Arena throughneighboring doors. They joined the bureaucrat upon the central platform. Together the three of them took low perches facing the assembled Roost Masters.The one on the right was draped in a silvery robe and bore around its narrow white throat thestriped tore of priesthood.The candidate on the left wore the sidearm and steel talon guards of a military officer. The tipsof its crest feathers were dyed to show the rank of stoop-colonel.Aloof, the other two white-plumed Gubru did not turn to acknowledge the bureaucrat. Nor didthe bureaucrat offer any sign of recognizing them. Nevertheless, it felt a thrill. We are three!The President of the Conclave-an aged queen whose once fiery plumage had now faded to a palepinkish washfluffed her feathers and opened her beak. The Arena's acoustics automaticallyamplified her voice as she chirped for attention. On all sides the other queens and princes fellsilent.The Conclave President raised one slender, down-covered arm. Then she began to croon andsway. One by one, the other Roost Masters joined in, and soon the crowd of blue, amber, andcrimson forms was rocking with her. From the royal assemblage there rose a low, atonalmoaning."Zoooon”"Since time immemorial," the President chirped in formal Galactic Three. "Since before ourglory, since before our patronhood, since before even our Uplift into sentience, itS been ourway to seek balance."The assembly chanted in counter rhythm."Balance on the ground's brown seams, Balance in the rough air streams, Balance in ourgreatest schemes.”"Back when our ancestors were still pre-sentient beasts, back before our Gooksyu patrons found us and uplifted us to knowledge, back before we even spoke or knew tools, we had already learned this wisdom, this way of coming to decision, this way of coming to consensus, this way of making love.""Zoooon”"As half-animals, our ancestors still knew that we must must choose ... must choose three.""One to hunt and strike with daring, for glory and for territory! One to seek the righteous bearing, for purity and propriety! One to warn of danger looming, for our eggs' security!"The bureaucrat of Cost and Caution sensed the other two candidates on either side and knew theywere just as electrically aware, just as caught up in tense expectation. There was no greaterhonor than to be chosen as the three of them had been.Of course all young Gubru were taught that this way was best, for what other species sobeautifully combined politics and philosophy with lovemaking and reproduction? The systemhad served their race and clan well for ages. It had brought them to the heights of power inGalactic society.And now it may have brought us to the brink of ruin.Perhaps it was sacrilegious even to imagine it, but the bureaucrat of Cost and Caution could nothelp wondering if one of the other methods it had studied might not be better after all. It hadread of so many styles of government used by other races and clans-autarchies andaristocracies, technocracies and democracies, syndicates and meritocracies. Might not one ofthose actually be a better way of judging the right jath in a dangerou... --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Poche .

Alors que des armadas galactiques s'affrontent dans leur quête pour retrouver une ancienne flotte de vaisseaux interstellaires appartenant aux légendaires Progéniteurs, une race brutale des extraterrestres saisit le contrôle de la planète moribonde de Garth. Les colons, terriens des humains et leurs clients néochimpanzés élevés, doivent mener comme ils peuvent une résistance contre les occupants. L'existence même de la Terre et de la société issue de notre monde natal, ainsi que le sort de la civilisation toute entière des Cinq Galaxies, sont en jeu.