The year on the human home world calendar is 2220.
Life is a bit like the tv shows of the 20th Century in some ways.
In others? Not so much.
I’m on a League of Civilizations star ship. Yep. Star Ship. In space.
I’m currently trying to physically, and emotionally, recover from a crash where I lost my partner and acclimate to a new life in a foreign sector of space where I’ve been stranded. All would be going fine except we also have to survive an encounter with the deadliest lifeform in the universe.
No big deal. That’s my sarcastic voice.
To boot, if it were just about the lives of everyone on board that would be one thing. But it’s not. It’s about the lives of everyone in all the League civilizations. That’s hundreds of billions of sentients.
What’s more, I’m running out of options.
And time.
Oh yeah, and as if dealing with trying to saving everyone in the fracking universe wasn’t enough, I also have to contend with a crush on the ship’s first officer who also happens to be… yes, you guessed it, a synthetic life form.
I know. Fuck my life.
Surviving either of these things intact is going to be a challenge.