The sun is dying. The mission is a suicide run. There's an alien made of rock and jazz. And Dr. Ryland Grace has just realized the only other man on board is hot...and British.

Who you used to be is an irrelevant question. It's who you decide to be in the moment that matters. I woke up in space with no memory of my life on earth. All I have are my skills, instinct, and molecular biologist that I conveniently found. The universe is dying and it is our mission to carry out Project Hail Mary. Can we find ourselves while also finding the cure for the universe? Mature themes include some profanity