A bottle of whiskey falls from the sky, and survives the impact of landing, on a patio table at Crabby Whack Brewery. The Crabby Brew logo assures the bottle's quality, and yet it contains neither brew nor quality, but rather an offensive backwash liquor, crafted by a heavy-handed amateur.Sammie is a master brewer, at least according to Gerald; Crabby Whack's most loyal and alcoholic customer. These degenerate barflies contend with the ramifications of the whiskey's mysterious arrival. They are thrust into new lives, carefully prepared for them in an orbiting nursery of interstellar organisms.This is a genosphere, an embassy of galactic peoples-- of motorized seaweed, Brygorrin goats, and ambitious jellyfish with questionable plans for the Solar system. This is the synthetic homeworld of Somewhat Sammie.