Ethan Cross is a machine maintenance technician who works the second shift at Meridian Industrial, a manufacturing company that uses big machines, like hydraulic presses. He lives a quiet life with no wife or girlfriend, no family, and just a few good friends, all from work. One night he is called into the backyard to diagnose a machine problem when he sees something impossible right there between old steel drums, discarded pallets and the general detritus a manufacturing plant will spawn. It looks like a big hulking thing that makes no sense to him. Then he touches it, and nothing is like it was ever before.
It turns out the thing is an ancient alien spaceship, generated by an ancient and extinct galactic race they call “the Elders” who had technology unlike any race in the galaxy ever was able to recreate, and they had it more than 13 million years ago. The spaceship Ethan touched is of that vintage, and it made Ethan its owner and pilot, but also its victim. The neural bond between she ship and the owner can’t be broken, unless the owner dies.
Left with no choice, Ethan takes the ship to the stars. Soon he is a stranger in a strange land, in a vast galaxy, populated by dozens of intelligent and spacefaring alien species, most of which want him dead because they want to get their hands on his ship – and the Elder technology it is made of.
It sounds like a cool story which was a fun read, and I kept turning the pages, but in the end most of the world, the galaxy, was pretty trite.
All the aliens were basically bi-symmetrical, bipedal humanoids, with knee joints, elbows, albeit one key species had an extra arm joint. Most of them had faces, ears, eyes and mouths. Magic trick 1 was they all spoke into translators which allowed them to seamlessly communicate across species, including human English, right from the start. Magic trick 2 was that interstellar travel with ships seemed effortless, through a variety of portals, where space bent on itself. Magic trick 3 was that they all communicated instantaneously over hundreds of lightyears using some “quantum technology.” Magic trick 4 was that somehow all planets and space stations seemed to have just the right air mix, temperature and pressure to suit humans, and all aliens. Nobody seemed to need any space suits.
Picture yourself in the bar in the early Star Wars movies where all the aliens just hung out and ate and drank, like humans in alien suits, jolly and jovial.
Cute, but not serious enough science fiction for me to want to read the other books of the Unwanted Starship series.













