Seveneves

by Neal Stephenson

THE MOON BLEW UP WITHOUT WARNING AND FOR NO APPARENT reason.

There was no point in drawing up a last will and testament, because all of your possessions were going to be destroyed along with you, and there would be no survivors to receive them.

The human race might be about to disappear, but not before putting on a two-year frenzy of recreational sex.

“To American viewers, I’m not fully American. To Chinese viewers, I’m a banana.”

Then he reminded himself that he was already part of the biggest adventure ever, and that, so far, it had been altogether miserable.

Depending on how you felt about ubiquitous surveillance, the result had either been a new Dark Age and an incalculable loss to history, or a liberation from digital tyranny.