title: Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
author:  Carl Sagan 
description: "FASCINATING . . . MEMORABLE . . . REVEALING . . . PERHAPS THE BEST OF CARL SAGAN'S BOOKS."<br />--The Washington Post Book World (front page review) <br />In Cosmos, the late astronomer Carl Sagan cast his gaze over the magnificent mystery of the Universe and made it accessible to millions of people around the world. Now in this stunning sequel, Carl Sagan completes his revolutionary journey through space and time. <br />Future generations will look back on our epoch as the time when the human race finally broke into a radically new frontier--space. In Pale Blue Dot Sagan traces the spellbinding history of our launch into the cosmos and assesses the future that looms before us as we move out into our own solar system and on to distant galaxies beyond. The exploration and eventual settlement of other worlds is neither a fantasy nor luxury, insists Sagan, but rather a necessary condition for the survival of the human race. <br />"TAKES READERS FAR BEYOND Cosmos . . . Sagan sees humanity's future in the stars."<br />--Chicago Tribune
zlib_text: The New World
  
  A story of Chaos Walking By Patrick Ness
  
  ‘THERE IT IS,’ my mother says, and what she means is that the dot we’ve been
  nearing for weeks, the one that’s been growing into a larger dot with two
  smaller dots circling it, has now become even larger than that, growing from a
  dot to a disc, shining back the light from its sun, until you can see the blue
  of its oceans, the green of its forests, the white of its polar caps, a circle
  of colour against the black beyond.
  
  Our new home, the one we’ve been travelling towards since way before I was
  even born.
  
  We’re the first ones to see it for real, not through telescopes, not through
  computer mapping, not even in my own drawings in the art classes I take on the
  Beta with Bradley Tench, but through just the couple centimetres of glass in
  the cockpit viewscreen.
  
  We’re the first ones to see it with our own eyes.
  
  ‘The New World,’ my father says, putting a hand on my shoulder. ‘What do you
  think we’ll find there?’
  
  I cross my arms and