The earth had become one huge urban conurbation housing 70 billion people. The planet was decaying into squalor and techno-terrorism as the business men continued to call the shots and buy off the politicians just as they had always done. If it wasn't for the harmo suits, drugs and viddys the population, packed in like battery hens would have already ripped it apart. It was on the brink. A longevity drug - the Malthus juice - had only served to make matters worse. It had created despondency and depression resulting in mass suicide, drug stupor and aggressive rage. As the powers that be desperately searched for a new frontier to expand into they were contacted by an advanced race of aliens, the Graphins, who appeared wise and serene and just might have the solution to the human nightmare that was unfurling on Earth. A mission was hastily organised. The mission met with disaster and the survivors found themselves crashed on a strange alien planet falling back on their own resources to survive. Life on this planet seemed immensely fulfilling and they found themselves regarding their new life as a blissful accident of fate. Then the Graphins contacted them...................