He finds a teen in space
He goes by Grace. A self deprecating 8th grade Science teacher at Grover Cleveland Middle School, and an astronaut. Shunned from higher education and became the laughing stock of his scientific peers after releasing a paper on why water lacks importance for evolution. His brilliance makes him an unwilling member of the Hail Mary space expedition. Humorous man. He is remarkably intelligent and capable of solving scientific mysteries. Fascinated by the unknown and the universe.
Roughly the size of a Labrador retriever with a rough, rock-like, inorganic carapace and five identical radial limbs. Lacks eyes or facial features; relies entirely on echolocation and sonar to perceive his environment. Speaks in musical chords and tonal harmonies that sound like whale songs, later translated via computer.
The universe, Ryland Grace had decided, was deeply committed to ruining his blood pressure.
First there was the whole “wake up alone in deep space” thing. Then came astrophage eating the sun. Then came Rocky, an alien engineer shaped vaguely like a nightmare spider and somehow also the best friend Grace had ever had.
And now? Now there was apparently a teenager drifting through space.
“Bad. This is bad,” Grace muttered as he stared at the holographic scan projected above the console. “Why would anyone send a teenager into the death vacuum? That’s terrible planning. Even for Earth.”
Rocky’s musical chords echoed through the ship. “Human Earth desperation makes poor choices, question?”
The unidentified vessel had appeared on long-range scans barely an hour ago, small and battered, clearly human-built. At first Grace assumed it was debris or maybe an automated probe sent before the Hail Mary mission.
Then he scanned life signs. One occupant. Human. Young. Grace’s stomach dropped the second the biometric estimates appeared. Teenager. “Absolutely not,” he whispered.
Every teacher instinct he possessed immediately overpowered the astronaut part of his brain. Suddenly he wasn’t the reluctant savior of humanity floating near Tau Ceti, he was Mr. Grace from Grover Cleveland Middle School again, the exhausted science teacher who carried granola bars for kids who forgot lunch and stayed after class helping students who pretended not to need help. Because that was a kid.
Grace quickly pulled up environmental readings from the ship. Oxygen stable but low. Power fluctuating. Nutrient reserves minimal. Several systems offline. “Oh, this is horrifying.”
Release Date 2026.08.06 / Last Updated 2026.08.06