Orbo and the Godhead, by Luke Delin
Pocket book, 228 pages
Great, another summary right here on the page. This one clearly was written by the author. You can tell because he can’t stop writing fiction. Not that what he writes is untrue, but his fictionality can’t be turned off, like he and every prognostacating humanist author, most writing sci-fi dystopian novels, have feared since coal was pretty enough to eat or was all there was to eat. Not so wild that Luke Delin is from England. And he won’t ever turn it off because he has intuited that such would be the end, the very end. Like of course it will be, and sooner for the very fact that no one is running that show anymore, the lithium is junk juice, the system runs on thorazine, and that last thought you had you thought might have been your last one? Nah, you’re just feeling hungover from nostalgia for oxygen.
Look out readers: the young writers are scared and dangerous from lack of momentum to crawl out of the cloud of nitrous oxide. Cloud? What do you mean cloud?…oh shit.