Nicola Reynolds
Already deep into a second Cold War, Britain’s Ministry of Defense seeks a game-changing weapon. Programmer Vincent McCarthy unwittingly provides an answer in The Machine, a super-strong human cyborg. When a programming bug causes the prototype to decimate his lab, McCarthy takes his obsessive efforts underground, far away from inquisitive eyes.
All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I’ve got 48 hours off from the world, man I’m gonna blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle. I’m gonna talk cods hit to strangers all night. I’m gonna lose the plot on the dance floor, the free radicals inside me are freaking man! Tonight I’m Jip Travolta, I’m Peter Popper, I’m going to Never Never Land with my chosen family, man. We’re going to get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did. Anything could happen tonight, you know? This could be the best night of my life! I’ve got 73 quid in my back burner. I’m gonna wax the lot, man. The milky bars are on me! Yeah!
