It is 3000 AD. Earth is dead, and has been reborn. Man has scattered to the stars, he and his myriad of descendants becoming the Starkin. This is his galaxy. Here, he plys the stars upon the underside of the universe itself, upon a drive of mathematics given form. Here, Man has given birth to his children, from those who have been changed to thrive upon the most hostile of worlds, to those who will never set foot upon a planet, to even those whose life calls to question the existence of the soul.
Here, he has found his allies, from those who have mastered the building blocks of organic life, to the crystalline mind which probes the structure of the cosmos itself. Here, he has found his enemies, those ho shattered the mother Earth itself. Here is his adventure.