These days, that stuff’s pretty rare, and companionship more scarce than ever. Maybe it was just the chill I felt in my bones, my heart, in that useless stuff called flesh and blood. I’d say it was a crisp autumn day, but every day is so Goddamn hot anymore, it’s hard to tell. I don’t remember when it was, I first spotted a femme droid in the city she was standing there like any other creep, waiting for the bus home from work. But then again, that just gets worn down by an ever-pressing weariness, the kind that draws the life out of you, bit by bit, until the morning you pull your knife on that stranger in the mirror. No, now the only thing that grips you, day after day, is worry. Used to be you’d ask a lady for her digits, call her up, and if you were lucky, you’d spend a night enjoying the warm embrace of another human. I featured this book on a "Meme Review" segment of my podcast ( Review Party Dot Com), highlighting the unexpected attention it has received, sampling a selection of jokey reviews, then reading it myself and adding my own jokey AND legitimate reviews to the pile.
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