Something is out there, and humanity's answer is a bioweapon launched on a dying ship. Each run sends your specimen further into hostile space — evolving, fighting, scavenging — until the fuel runs dry or the vessel breaks apart. What you salvage comes home. The rest doesn't. Each run is one vessel. One specimen. One tank of fuel. You're sent to push through star systems crawling with alien threats, each one deadlier than the last. A boss guards the exit of every system. You won't survive them all...not this time. But that was never the plan.