In writing the book, I combined my passion for dystopian literature and also my growing dislike of social media in general. It was a wonderful experience and one I’m looking forward to repeating in the near future.
I have decided to self-publish, so the book is only available on Amazon. But hopefully there will be enough interest for me to look for other ways to distribute the book in the future.
Paperback 282 pages
I’m a 2.4. My number tells you I’m a lower.
But I’m not playing your game anymore. I won’t beg and scramble for a higher social media rating.
It’s all a two-faced pantomime.
You might be a 9.6 and live in the uppers, but I’m sure you go down to the filthy streets like everyone else. You probably hunt prey-droids for the thrill of it or have dolls do things to you that your wife wouldn’t.
Me, I’ll be dead soon. You made sure of that when I stopped playing. You’ll send your soulless tics to kill me, and I’ll finally be free from this constant guilt.
If only I hadn’t met little Alice. If only the Movement hadn’t made contact. The last thing I needed was hope, or worse: a reason to survive.
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