There are no aliens, -only our children. On post-invasion Earth- Seth Barker finds himself at odds with most of the 18 million or so who survived the Garps cleansing tactics. Tired of scraping a living from amoung several others intent on doing the same, only better' He sets out to build his ticket outta there, an AirShip. Mostly out of boredom, then again in secret. & maybe a little out of self doubt. "It'll be distracting & liberating at the same time" he told himself. -No disappointment potential there... After a quick checklist says he has everything he needs at his disposal, Seth asks himself 'why not- Dreaming of life aloft. Where there are no sloothing looters with nothing but time. 'But- it's life Post E.T. (Electricity - Technology) the new' dark ages Where there are few rules & even less rulers. Everyone does it their way, -usually with what's available...