When technology allows man’s inner nature to be holographicaly projected as animal features, humanity has divided between Predator and Prey. When the penal ship Proper is marooned on a distant planet, the galaxy’s most savage must work together.
"My pilgrimage is just," hummed the Thorn-Bug. The insect began to dance, spinning the swirling mace with each curving step. As the rhythm grew, so too did each trembling swing. "The vendetta is strictly personal."
