In my nightmare, I was plummeting again. The Earth was approaching rapidly and inevitably, like a monster’s greedy maw. I woke just before impact, my now-nonexistent heart pounding like a drum no one was playing. You’d think I’d outgrown that fear, the fear stitched to the meat I used to wear. But the memory of the crash still crawled into my dreams — bloated, alien, like a drowned body surfacing for the last silent scream.

Something catastrophic has caused a global blackout of the Earth, leaving the people living on Mars wondering what happened. Amid intrigues and political maneuverings, can they uncover the truth?