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Calculating God

In 'Calculating God,' the protagonist, a renowned astrophysicist, finds himself at the center of a groundbreaking discovery. This novel delves into the philosophical and ethical implications of encountering extraterrestrial life, intertwining themes of faith, science, and the human condition. more

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Robert J. Sawyer
Robert J. Sawyer

Robert J. Sawyer is a Canadian science fiction writer born on April 29, 1960. His works are known for their profound scientific philosophy and complex narrative structures, having won multiple science fiction literary awards. more

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