Sphere (深海圆疑) 原版小说- 第1部分

〃His　best　work　since　The　Andromeda　Strain。〃　
…Los　Angeles　Times　Book　Review　

〃Michael　Crichton　has　done　what　he　does　best：　giving　us　supense　for　our　nerve　endings　and　enough　scientific　speculation　to　keep　our　brains　working　at　the　same　time。〃　
…Newsweek

〃A　fast…paced　adventure　。。。　Just　when　the　reader　is　certain　nothing　more　can　go　wrong　for　the　hapless　band　of　explorers；　the　author　twists　the　screw　a　notch　tighter。〃
…San　Francisco　Chronicle　
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〃Ingenious　and　beguiling。〃
…Time


〃With　＇＇this＇＇　thriller；　Michael　Crichton　returns　to　the　kind　of　high…tech　setting　he　evoked　so　successfully　in　The　Andromeda　Strain。　。。。　Crichton　keeps　the　action　moving。　。。。　Sphere　is　a　perfect　book　for　the　beach。〃
…The　Cleveland　Plain　Dealer

〃Plumbs　the　frightening　depths　of　perverted　psychology　。。。　Few　writers　can　make　science　as　entertaining　as　does　Crichton。　There　is　plenty　of　mystery　and　misdirection　to　sustain　the　suspense；　and　the　plotting　is　always　clever。　。。。　A　thoughtful　and　thrilling　probe　into　the　murky　depths　of　imagination。〃
…Boston　Herald

〃Possibly　his　best。〃
…New　York　Daily　News


〃Ingenious；　fast…moving；　well…written　。。。　Crichton　has　set　up　a　provocative　situation。〃
…Publishers　Weekly

〃It's　fun；　interspersing　healthy　dollops　of　suspense　and　humor　with　observations　about　the　state　of　humankind。　。。。　Crichton　has　a　gift　for　using　words　frugally　to　paint　vivid　characters。　。。。　Pure　reading　pleasure。〃　
…Baton　Rouge　Sunday　Magazine

〃Don't　start　this　book　late　at　night。　It　won't　cause　nightmares　but　it　will　cause　lack　of　sleep。　At　least　until　it's　finished。〃
…Asbury　Park　Press

〃Intriguing　。。。　spirited　。。。　bounces　merrily　along　from　one　surprise　to　the　next。〃
…Kirkus　Reviews


Books　by　Michael　Crichton：

Fiction：
THE　ANDROMEDA　STRAIN
THE　TERMINAL　MAN
THE　GREAT　TRAIN　ROBBERY
EATERS　OF　THE　DEAD
CONGO
SPHERE
JURASSIC　PARK
RISING　SUN
DISCLOSURE
THE　LOST　WORLD
AIRFRAME

Nonfiction：
FIVE　PATIENTS
JASPER　JOHNS
ELECTRONIC　LIFE
TRAVELS

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SPHERE

A　Novel　by
Michael　Crichton

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Copyright　（c）1987　by　Michael　Crichton

All　rights　reserved　under　International　and　Pan…American　Copyright　Conventions。　Published　in　the　United　States　of　America　by　Ballantine　Books；　a　division　of　Random　House；　Inc。；　New　York；　and　simultaneously　in　Canada　by　Random　House　of　Canada　Limited；　Toronto。

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ISBN　0…345…35314…5

This　edition　published　by　arrangement　with　Alfred　A。　Knopf；　Inc。

Manufactured　in　the　United　States　of　America

First　International　Edition：　February　1988　First　U。S。　Edition：　August　1988

20　19　18　17　16　15　14　13　12



FOR　LYNN　NESBIT


When　a　scientist　views　things；　he's　not　considering　the　incredible　at　all。
…LOUIS　I。　KAHN

You　can't　fool　nature。
…RICHARD　FEYNMAN


During　the　preparation　of　this　manuscript；　I　received　help　and　encouragement　from　Caroline　Conley；　Kurt　Villadsen；　Lisa　Plonsker；　Valery　Pine；　Anne…Marie　Martin；　John　Deubert；　Lynn　Nesbit；　and　Bob　Gottlieb。　I　am　grateful　to　them　all。


CONTENTS

THE　SURFACE
1
THE　DEEP
45
THE　MONSTER
171
THE　POWER
267


THE　SURFACE


WEST　OF　TONGA

For　a　long　time　the　horizon　had　been　a　monotonous　flat　blue　line　separating　the　Pacific　Ocean　from　the　sky。　The　Navy　helicopter　raced　forward；　flying　low；　near　the　waves。　Despite　the　noise　and　the　thumping　vibration　of　the　blades；　Norman　Johnson　fell　asleep。　He　was　tired；　he　had　been　traveling　on　various　military　aircraft　for　more　than　fourteen　hours。　It　was　not　the　kind　of　thing　a　fifty…three…year…old　professor　of　psychology　was　used　to。
He　had　no　idea　how　long　he　slept。　When　he　awoke；　he　saw　that　the　horizon　was　still　flat；　there　were　white　semicircles　of　coral　atolls　ahead。　He　said　over　the　inter；　〃What's　this？〃
〃Islands　of　Ninihina　and　Tafahi；〃　the　pilot　said。　〃Technically　part　of　Tonga；　but　they're　uninhabited。　Good　sleep？〃　
〃Not　bad。〃　Norman　looked　at　the　islands　as　they　flashed　by：　a　curve　of　white　sand；　a　few　palm　trees；　then　gone。　The　flat　ocean　again。
〃Where'd　they　bring　you　in　from？〃　the　pilot　asked。　
〃San　Diego；〃　Norman　said。　〃I　left　yesterday。〃　
〃So　you　came　Honolulu…Guam…Pago…here？〃
〃That's　right。〃
〃Long　trip；〃　the　pilot　said。　〃What　kind　of　work　you　do；　sir？〃
〃I'm　a　psychologist；〃　Norman　said。
〃A　shrink；　huh？〃　The　pilot　grinned。　〃Why　not？　They've　called　in　just　about　everything　else。〃
〃How　do　you　mean？〃
〃We've　been　ferrying　people　out　of　Guam　for　the　last　two　days。　Physicists；　biologists；　mathematicians；　you　name　it。　Everybody　being　flown　to　the　middle　of　nowhere　in　the　Pacific　Ocean。〃
＇＇4＇＇　〃What's　going　on？〃　Norman　said。
The　pilot　glanced　at　him；　eyes　unreadable　behind　dark　aviator　sunglasses。　〃They're　not　telling　us　anything；　sir。　What　about　you？　What'd　they　tell　you？〃
〃They　told　me；〃　Norman　said；　〃that　there　was　an　airplane　crash。〃
〃Uh…huh；〃　the　pilot　said。　〃You　get　called　on　crashes？〃
〃I　have　been；　yes。〃
For　a　decade；　Norman　Johnson　had　been　on　the　list　of　FAA　crash…site　teams；　experts　called　on　short　notice　to　investigate　civilian　air　disasters。　The　first　time　had　been　at　the　United　Airlines　crash　in　San　Diego　in　1976；　then　he　had　been　called　to　Chicago　in　'78；　and　Dallas　in　'82。　Each　time　the　pattern　was　the　same…the　hurried　telephone　call；　frantic　packing；　the　absence　for　a　week　or　more。　This　time　his　wife；　Ellen；　had　been　annoyed　because　he　was　called　away　on　July　1；　which　meant　he　would　miss　their　July　4　beach　barbecue。　Then；　too；　Tim　was　ing　back　from　his　sophomore　year　at　Chicago；　on　his　way　to　a　summer　job　in　the　Cascades。　And　Amy；　now　sixteen；　was　just　back　from　Andover；　and　Amy　and　Ellen　didn't　get　along　very　well　if　Norman　wasn't　there　to　mediate。　The　Volvo　was　making　noises　again。　And　it　was　possible　Norman　might　miss　his　mother's　birthday　the　following　week。　〃What　crash　is　it？〃　Ellen　had　said。　〃I　haven't　heard　about　any　crash。〃　She　turned　on　the　radio　while　he　packed。　There　was　no　news　on　the　radio　of　an　airline　crash。
When　the　car　pulled　up　in　front　of　his　house；　Norman　had　been　surprised　to　see　it　was　a　Navy　pool　sedan；　with　a　uniformed　Navy　driver。
〃They　never　sent　a　Navy　car　the　other　times；〃　Ellen　said；　following　him　down　the　stairs　to　the　front　door。　〃Is　this　a　military　crash？〃
〃I　don't　know；〃　he　said。　
〃When　will　you　be　back？〃　
He　kissed　her。　〃I'll　call　you；〃　he　said。　〃Promise。〃
But　he　hadn't　called。　Everyone　had　been　polite　and　pleasant；　but　they　had　kept　him　away　from　telephones。　First　at　Hickam　Field　in　Honolulu；　then　at　the　Naval　Air　Station　in　Guam；　where　he　had　arrived　at　two　in　the　morning；　and　had　＇＇5＇＇　spent　half　an　hour　in　a　room　that　smelled　of　aviation　gasoline；　staring　dumbly　at　an　issue　of　the　American　Journal　of　Psychology　which　he　had