The year on the human home world calendar is 2220. Life is a bit like the sci-fi 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. Currently trying to physically, and emotionally, recover from a crash where I lost my partner. All would be going fine except we also have to survive an encounter with the deadliest lifeform in the universe. A lifeform we were starting to think was just legend. No big deal. If it were just about the lives on board that would be one thing. But it’s not. What we do next will impact everyone, in all the League civilizations. That’s hundreds of billions of sentients. They could all be wiped out. I’m running out of options. And time. Oh yeah, and as if dealing with trying to save everyone in the 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. Fuck my life. Surviving either of these things intact is going to be a challenge.