Abductees, aliens, and auditors. A space opera ensemble where humanity is failing its review.
Humanity is finally getting an invite to the cosmic party—if we don’t blow ourselves up first.
The Intergalactic Committee sees Earthlings as snotty toddlers in a sandbox: chaotic, scrappy, and dangerously good at throwing sand. They’re ready to welcome us into the galactic family—if rogue Robonkey-monkey cyborgs and space terrorists don’t recycle the planet first.
But something darker is brewing. Humans are vanishing, and all fingers point to the Greys. The Greys insist they’re peaceful and enlightened — which would be more convincing if the evidence against them wasn’t stacking up fast enough to spark a civil war.
As the Committee races to uncover the truth, a chaotic cast of humans and evolved aliens must navigate cosmic bureaucracy, interstellar sabotage, and one inconvenient reality: in this universe, kicking someone’s ass is about as strategic as kicking a wall in flip-flops.
Perfect for fans of Douglas Adams and The Orville, this sharp, fast-paced multi-POV space opera asks one question:
Can humanity grow up before the sandbox gets wiped clean?
