Prologue
A million years from now, a million lightyears away, the age of space flourishes. Transport from planet to planet, system to system, galaxy to galaxy, is as regular as the morning commute. Peoples born on one planet can end their life on the opposite side of the universe with a satisfied smile, having seen all manner of strange and wonderful things that every world has to offer. And there are many different kinds of peoples. The slow and steady jelly-like slime folk, the famous councils of the mycelium, the burgeoning, yearning enlightenment of mechanicals. ...