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After some brainstorming with a friend, I think I have a blurb now!

He has created a dark and twisted strand in the cable of human existence, one that cannot withstand my caress without breaking and becoming no longer a man. You saw it just now. It saddens me.

Two men, condemned.

The pilot, betrayed by his AI god.

The convict, Wasteland-banished.

One from the stars, the other born on Dirt.

More than a thousand years of biologic drift and technological advancement separate them. Yet they must come together to save themselves–and perhaps much more. If they fail, the ideologue virus will unite mankind in agony and death.

Encapsulation is their only hope.