Hyperspeed

Margin for error is nonexistent while moving at light speed, sprinting through star clusters in an urgent quest for a new habitat for the human race. Yet, there are endless ways to slip up. Extraterrestrial species of all possible dimensions, forms, dispositions, and advancement levels intend to help, exploit, debauch, or annihilate you—and you cannot predict their intentions. Admittedly, your vessel spans 15,000 feet and boasts remote-piloted interceptors, kamikaze crafts, a lethal plasma cannon, and advanced probes, yet will that destructive power suffice against The Stentor, ruthless time-hopping buccaneers, or the massive energy entities dubbed The ZOR? Maybe negotiation is the key. The Cicisbeo are narcissistic and haughty—perhaps their vanity can be leveraged for your benefit. The broodmasters are dark, scheming, and crave global control, but might they be slightly overzealous? Maybe profit lies in astute commerce. However, that is difficult against the perpetually searching, insatiable Collectors, curators of the Museum of Time; plus the hyper-smart Jot, who dominate the thoughts of all in their vicinity. No matter what decisions you render, execute them fast. You are cruising at Hyperspeed—hesitation could mean death.