Description
We made first contact. We made death obsolete. We created a world without limits.
And you want out. Our solar system turned into the intergalatic equivalent of a roadside attraction. Aliens show up from time to time, but really to gawk and the locals and grab some fuel before continuing on to more important places.
In a place like that, what’s an enterprising transhuman to do? Or what’s not for them to do?
