Our setting, a Utilitopian London, where that promise of Modernity is to be seen spectacularly achieved: In the autonomous automobiles that populate its streets, and in the flying Harrier-taxis that monopolise its skies, and in the sentient TRNSCTNL.(a)lgrthms that lay hidden within its Internet-of-Thingys; their Synthetic counterparts integrated with exquisite Husk_bod(ie)s, procured at astronomical cost.
Our story follows three disaffected and disenfranchised Bod(ie)s, over the course of two days and nights, as they struggle to come to terms with irrevocable change.
KEL-your 'Artful dodger'-is looking for a way back, having done his stint at the Panny. And maybe even, to settle some ol' scores.
SASH-your 'Wannabe' (some-Body as opposed to no-Body)-is looking for a way out. And cops it, in a chance encounter with an enigmatic West End Socialite.
MARL-your 'Road-Boy'-is looking for a way through. The discovery of a 'Bucky' sequestered in his room, presenting him an opportunity to-maybe, exact his Will upon an unsuspecting World.
...and then, there's PRIS. She-who-does-not-exist. Pris is...lonely. And bored, watching the lives of others-fall apart.
About the Author
Bxmn(R) [pronounced, bɒaks-man] was born in 1974, in Whittington Hospital, North London. And then shit happened, and he wound-up living in Nottingham. THAT PERFECT WORLD is his first novel.
