"You had to forget, Phoebus-to forget, and to be afraid-and not to know-precisely not to know-to be afraid and to worry and to doubt and to love...Phoebus what madness-what strange, impossible, nonsensical stuff the world is-and how obvious it is, and how fitting-of course it had to be." He paused. "And that is what you are now, Phoebus, my boy-alive-you are alive."
Built to be the perfect soldier, to protect the city of Argos and to be her greatest general, Captain Phoebus was new to the world, but he understood one thing: his purpose. But when a ruthless betrayal leaves him buried in the desert sand, he awakens to find that two thousand years have passed, and the whole world and the people he was built to protect are gone.
So begins a quest to make sense of a life that no longer makes sense, to find meaning where it no longer exists, and always in a losing battle against the relentless destruction of time. It becomes a journey of thousands of years involving art and dreams, androids and natural disasters, wondrous cities and utter desolation as we witness how far a man will go who has only ever wanted a purpose, in a world where all purposes eventually come to an end.
As mysterious as it is subtle-wild, experimental, lyrical and profound-Captain Phoebus is a tragedy told like a fable, a myth for the modern man, an odyssey in the best traditions of Steinbeck, Hemingway, Melville and Conrad, and a burning treatise on what it means to be alive.
