THAT PERFECT WORLDPost-Modernity. Post-Gender.

Post-Race. Pre-Apocalypse.

Our setting is a Utilitopian London, where that promise of Modernity is to be seen spectacularly achieved: In the autonomous Automobiles that populate its streets, and 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-our 'Artful Dodger'-is looking for a way back, having having done his stint at the Panny.

And maybe even, to settle some ol' scores along the way. SASH-your 'Wannabe' (some-body as opposed to no-body)-is looking for a way out.

And cops it, in a chance encounter with Pris, 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 is Will upon an unsuspecting World. .

. .

and then, there's PRIS. She-who-does-not-exist.

Or is not s'posed to. Pris is bored.

And. .

. lonely/em>i>.

And engrossed in watching the lives of Others-fall apart. Shortlisted for the inaugural Mo Siewcharran Prize 2019, THAT PERFECT WORLD is more Pulp than literary.

More fanciful than speculative. And most probably the best Cyberpunk novel-series-thingy ever.

That is, according to its author. And it should know.

Shouldn't it?. .