Two months have past since a myriad of alien objects clenched about the Earth screaming as they burned The heavens have been silent since until a derelict space probe hears whispers from a distant comet Something talks out there but not to us Who should we send to meet the alien when the alien doesn't want to meetsend a linguist with multiple
- personality disorder & a biologist so spliced with machinery that he can't feel his own flesh Send a pacifist warrior & a vampire recalled from the grave by the voodoo of paleogenetics Send a man with half his mind gone since childhood Send them to edge of the solar system praying you can trust such freaks & monsters with the fate of a world You fear they may be more alien than the thing they've been sent to find
- but you'd give anything for that to be true if you knew what was waiting for them