Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens

A violent war with some invading space aliens and a subsequent alien pox have decimated the human population on the planet, but they have not disrupted reclusive science fiction writer Ira Hunter’s life too much. Not until a group of astronauts come to recruit him and his Zen nun guest for a mission to leave the relative safety of his island and head out on an ancient fishing boat with a rather unusual cast of characters to gather up more unlikely and unwilling participants to save the planet.

This is a story about getting lucky. No, that’s not right. When talking about a ravenous horde of space invaders coming to Earth and causing the end of humanity, perhaps it’s erroneous to look for any moments of good luck. Okay, this is a story about love. No, that’s not right either. Even though some characters do find love, the pervasive darkness of an apocalyptic saga like this one usually eclipses any references to such light-hearted qualities like love. Hm, let’s see. Ah, this is an absurd story about the power of following one’s own fate, blues music, Buddhism, tungsten, seabirds, insanity, science fiction writers, and ill-begotten pathways to find absolution. Or, maybe it’s just the story about an ancient, flatulent dog saving the world and fixing the human species.