The Prometheus Project
Copyright 2005 by
I first read this on the 11th March 2006.
In the 1960's, Bob Devaney is an ex-Special Forces who now runs a shady security firm. His latest mission is
He is hired to escort a unusual lady to an important meeting. They are ambushed but he and the
woman manage to escape. Following the escape he is invited to join the Prometheus
Project. He finds that what he thought was true about the world
is not true. The real world is radically different from and much much bigger than
what he had believed and his life is changed forever.
Unbeknown to everyone outside the Prometheus Project, the galaxy is full of aliens,
and dominated by a particular race - the Delkasu - who achieved interstellar flight
before any others and have remained in control every since. The Earth is - with the
aid of some stolen alien technology - is faking a level of development that we simply
haven't yet achieved. If the Delkasu find out we are actually more primitive than
we are telling them, we'll be colonized rather than being treated as near equals.
Nothing wrong with the plot. It's the delivery that kills this book. Everything
is so obvious, there's no twist, no surprise, no tension. The love interest never
becomes the baddie, nor vice versa. There's a momentary hope that Devaney might get off
with Renata Novak, but you know noisomely sweet Chloe Bryant must be the woman for this
man. Mr Inconnu never presents any more mystery than his name and even
then the novel several times draws attention to the name.
One is smart enough, I hope,
to realise that "Sheefish, a game whitefish of Alaska and Canada", is not the
meaning of "inconnu" intended here.
Every time some SF technology is introduced - and that is every time
the plot has stumbled into another narrative cul-de-sac - Steve White precedes its
use with a pseudoscientific explanation of how such a thing is possible.
It's SF for ten-year-olds. Oh, I see, it probably is SF for
It's the sort of story I'd have expected from the '50s - "Spawn Of The Death Machine" by
Ted White, for example. My God, could they related? No, Steve Write is a
pseudonym, mind you Ted White may be as well, so we're no better off.
Ted White, of course, wrote much better novels than "Spawn Of The Death Machine".
I fondly remember "By Furies Possessed" (of course it may not have been better
written, but it was certainly more enjoyable and without such an embarrassing title)
Loaded on the 6th July 2009.