the world has been sucked dry. the soil, once fertile and thriving, is now dry and dead. the rich and powerful have long abandoned us to die on a planet that they have ruined. they took everything when they left, but they forgot something. an organization that refused to leave the earth until their work was done is now taking to the stars after them. will they survive the threat of the mutated freaks that now run the new British Museum and their many zealous soldiers ready to die for the artifacts of the newly established civilization, or will they be absorbed into the zombie-like throng of diligent curators scanning the stars for signs of life and things to lay claim to?