S*x D*ugs And Rock And Roll In Space

I went to bed a broke, washed-up ex-soldier with a beer gut and a thousand-yard stare.

I woke up inside a cryo-tank, being rebuilt by a four-million-year-old, flip-flop-wearing AI bombshell who calls herself my wife.



Now I’ve got a year before I’m reborn into the perfect war machine…

While she builds a planet-sized spaceship army, upgrades her own body, and preps to conquer the galaxy—because, apparently, she’s bored.



Our enemies? Every government, mega-corp, and god in the known universe.

Our plan? Total f*cking war.



Welcome to Project: Apex.



Hope you brought body armor. And emotional damage insurance.