Children of Rover

Golden light. No warning. And suddenly, every region of Solaris-3 has a kid problem.

They showed up out of nowhere - dozens of them, scattered across nations, armed to the teeth, absurdly powerful, and all claiming the same father. A father who doesn't know they exist. A father who is, at this very moment, blissfully unaware that his future romantic decisions have just become public knowledge across multiple continents because his children have the combined subtlety of a house fire.

The mothers? Some of the most powerful, most respected, most definitely-not-admitting-they-have-feelings women alive. And their kids just showed up and started saying the quiet parts out loud. In front of witnesses. Repeatedly.

Expect: sibling banter sharp enough to draw blood, appetites that defy the laws of physics, children casually outperforming entire military units, emotional gut-punches hidden inside comedy scenes, and the slow-dawning horror of multiple women realizing that the future version of themselves apparently could not keep their hands off this man.

This is a family story. A loud, chaotic, too-many-kids-at-the-table, someone-is-always-yelling, someone-is-always-crying, someone-just-ate-the-entire-restaurant kind of family story. Comedy first. Feelings when you least expect them. And enough secondhand embarrassment to power a city.