Kings of Infinite Space

Hellopanda Meltykiss is heading downtime. Away from the singularity at Les Pyramides. Away from the old people and the fusty black books that constitute the game they call Lens Flare. But when you’re a King of Infinite Space, can you ever truly escape from the sheer claustrophobia of ultimate power and those transfigured creatures that wield it? Things that were once human but now manifest as a flock of birds, or a borough of London. Crisis is breaking out, everywhere, everytime, or possibly only at midnight in Paris at the turn of the new century. Whichever century that is. Whichever Paris that is. White goods are falling from the sky. And somewhere beneath the wreckage, Soma Jones is moving towards his final goal.