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A status-conscious IT consultant travels to Madrid for a week of meetings at Scoptic, who have hired him to implement a fiendishly arcane accounting system equipped with artificial intelligence, in an effort to keep the company one step ahead of the government's rapacious tax authorities. Renowned within the catacombs of the scientific community, and with an impressive publishing record in the most prestigious trade and academic journals, he expects to do serious business with a serious organisation. The only problem is that he lives in a hot, overcrowded world where nothing works: hyperinflation, crumbling infrastructure, rampant crime, political correctness, corruption at all levels, and a new world order globalist government, determined to regulate, monitor, and tax every aspect of a person's life; opposed to the forces of totalitarian democracy are occult underground movements, most notably the Esoteric Hitlerists. As a result, nothing goes according to plan, and frustrations mount as things go only from bad to worse... In his first novel, Alex Kurtagic presents a grim and sarcastic depiction of the everyday consequences of living in a world where present social, cultural, economic, political, and demographic trends have been allowed to continue unabated. The novel is replete with obscure information and modern heretics, its elegant prose losing the reader in its bizarre logic, delirious paranoia, and meandering speculations, where nothing - and nobody - is what it seems.
hundreds of them flying, and, despite naive promises, made a quarter of a century ago, about shopping areas, gyms, and cafes inside these aeroplanes, most had been fitted in full ceconomy class configuration. A380 aircraft were constantly disgorging innumerable cubic metres of travelling humans, laden with clothes and bags, and wearing hair and headgear of every possible colour and design. Since the distance made it necessary to take a train from the concourse to the main terminal building, a
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