A sci-fi black comedy following a group of personal assistants who receive prophetical texts from God. Alana isn't buyin' it. She likes the money, but the whole God thing kinda weirds her out. Her friend Sophie hooked her up with this job about six months ago but the gig's starting to seem a bit... off. Why now? Why can't they save everybody? If the Peacekeeper she works for is actually God with an iPhone, why the hell does he need a bunch of twentysomethings to help him divinely intervene?
