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Genetic manipulation has poisoned the ecosystem of the earth. Since the Unraveling, no newborn>To create the cure, a reclusive madman and his animal army must kill their way west to save agirl that might unlock the door to the future.Bale, heir to the Gencore corporation fortune, has turned his back on both family and companyafter they caused the collapse of civilization. Now, he lives in a compound with a zoo's worth of>When a mysterious woman offers Bale the chance to restore the world by aiding her quest tosave the only teenager anyone has seen for a decade, Bale becomes a reluctant savior. He agreesto escort the women, leading a pack of wild beasts on a quest across a dangerous, dystopian>Will they survive the journey? Is it already too late?

This is the heroic journey of the damsel in distress. What happens when a Princess is imprisoned and there is no Prince to save her? What happens when she must be her own savior even in the face of a faceless enemy whose numbers are legion? This is that story. Think 300 Meets Cinderella if, of course, it was written by Edgar Allen Poe.  Meet Constance. Before becoming a princess, she was merely a maid who washed dishes by day and by night slept upon a bookshelf in the village library. But now, she is heir to a throne and has her own servants. She expected neither wealth nor pomp in this life. Never hoped to find a prince who longed to find her. Never even believed a happily ever after was possible.  She should have trusted her instincts. For in the days after her wedding day, when life was to be settled, complete, dark clouds of war begin to blot out the sunrises that follow. When her new husband, the Captain of the Guard, is forced to leave her and go to battle, the annuls of his exploits are horrible, but even more terrifying is the day his letters stopped coming. And when the Castle Keep, which promised safety and protection, is burned to the ground, there is no one there to save Princess Constance, save Princess Constance herself. For those who have ever felt trapped, lost, belittled, abused, broken, and a prisoner of life, take heart, for it still could be worse. And for Constance, a princess who does not yet even know how to be a princess, it will be.

Liam Kerr is your typical 16 year old boy in 2293... He wakes up, eats breakfast, goes to school, and, in 24 months, he will make the biggest decision of his life. Now, I know what you're thinking, and no -- it's not college. Human ingenuity has evolved past that. Upon graduating from grade school, the need for that 4+ year advanced education exercise is truncated into a single, instantaneous download of information. Instead, the human paradox in the 23rd century is simply the decision of a lifetime, made at the age of 18. Facing the transition from teenager to adulthood, all humans must decide what is more important: traveling the cosmic ocean as an android, devoid of most capacity for emotion; or living out their days as a "biological" on earth, confronting all the beauty and ugliness of the human paradigm. Even with science fantasy technology being harnessed, physics still has its limits. Only highly-advanced nanotech machinery can travel and particularize up- and downstream, withstanding the crushing forces at these unimaginable speeds. The biological human body cannot withstand this (though not for lack of trying: decades of failed missions have brought us to this solution). The optimal way to collect interstellar data and information is thus to fuse the human consciousness into a one way ticket, human machine hybrid. An Android. >Earth has achieved marvelous innovation. Unimaginable science fiction has become science fact, including the most impressive feat of them all: the ability to travel at Faster Than Light speed. Humans have unlocked the possibility to visit countless worlds filled with intelligent life. A dream that science has imagined since the dawn of Copernicus. Now fully-realized, the question that festers in every adolescent is simple: "What is the price of the stars?" Wishful thinking has been lost to time. Science fiction folly of fairytale endings and dreams of a long and fruitful life on earth, ending in a fusion of man and machine into the dark horizon of space and time with the never ending adventure of the cosmos was nothing more than a fool's errand. . The great humor, as the people would refer to it, is the poetic truth that no species beyond the earth could ever meet a biological human. No matter how clever their technology was, no matter how elegant their solutions may be, humanity would never encounter another species face-to-face. Only their Derivative Andronic selves had that honor. The time is now nearing for young Liam to decide what type of being he is destined to be. A space-faring machine with an undying consciousness and the prospect of endless adventures throughout the cosmic sea... or the beautiful biological man nature had intended him to be. Earthy desires will pull him to stay, while his cosmic curiosity for greater knowledge and experiences will push him to leave. This is now every human's decision to bear. But only Liam can ultimately decide for himself -- his destiny, his future; his mortality, or immortality.

Time. Space. Existence. The end of all things. The beginning of something new. The reconciliation of decisions. This is what awaits our fatal remains of civilization at the last black hole at the end of time. The Neo-human, Harmony, Multitude, Remnant, Echo, and the Time Traveler all are summoned by chance, fate, or technology to discuss the trials and tribulations of the stardust ancestors they arose from. But what is there to do, when all of time is ending, when the last particles of the universe are dissipating and moving on from the realm? That is a question for our unlikely conclave to decide. What type of legacy will they, can they, leave a dying universe?

On an Earth with a dying Sun, there are two kinds of people. The Chosen. And the left behind. We thought it was over. We thought we had lost. A burnt out star left us without enough warmth to thrive, our days as a species were numbered. But then, then a miracle happened. We received a transmission from an alien civilization that scanned our Sun and knew we needed help. So they threw us a life raft in the form of designs for Space Arks, we built 3. Interstellar capable, with pre-programmed coordinates to bring us to their home world, a place we were told could be called home. 100,000 humans per Ark, chosen to represent the best in us, a last ditch effort to save humanity. Do I trust these aliens? Hell no. But what choice do we have? Paulson's the name, Caleb Paulson, you can think of me as the architect of this mission. We're heading to this alien system with no idea what lies ahead.