If humanity dies, the universe collapses. No pressure.
Douglas Adams meets existential dread.
Kingsley is immortal, obscenely wealthy, and just hired a disaster of a crew to find his stolen castle.
Simple job. Except the galaxy's falling apart.
Earth's gone. Humans are scattered. AIs are getting religious. And reality itself is starting to glitch.
As the crew chases Kingsley's "property" across the stars, they stumble into a conspiracy where corporate gods run the show, android monks ask uncomfortable questions, and the universe might literally collapse if humans go extinct.
Oh, and Kingsley? He owns 11% of all human creativity. Every story, every song, every invention—he's got the patent. He's seen Earth die from a rooftop with a cup of tea. He's the most dangerous being in the galaxy, and he just wants his castle back.
Darkly funny space opera for fans of Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett. Think Hitchhiker's Guide meets philosophical sci-fi, with better tea.
Vibes: Found family, cosmic absurdity, androids with existential crises.
Perfect for readers who want to laugh while contemplating the heat death of the universe.
