Marc Horne has a touch of the 'Beat' about him, a quality that other reviewers have alluded to in their description of 'Automatic Assassin' as stock sci-fi adventure meets literary fiction. At times, particularly in the opening chapters, this quirkiness is more than apparent: it seems too deliberate, ill-conceived even - or perhaps no more than the simple consequence of clumsy writing. Yet, as the narrative progresses, the switch between brash colloquy and aesthetic metaphor is a highly effective device for delineating the multiple facets of Xolo - our hero, of sorts.
However, it is more in Horne's cunning for weaving social commentary into his plot that we see a contemporary beat writer at work, through brief, stark observations (on the cold logic of the free market, for instance) and broad sweeping story arcs (the beauty and slavery of Earth, the origin of blackwarps and so on) that add depth and intelligence without ruining the sense of fantasy and adventure.
OK, so there's a zombie apocalypse in there too - think along the lines of The Borg crossed with The Matrix, only twice as disgusting, and you're on the right lines. If I'd known this in advance, I possibly wouldn't have considered reading this book and that would have been to my detriment.
'Automatic Assassin' has everything: black humour, death, un-death, resurrection, philosophy, technology - even a tiny hint of sex. It is a voyage of fun and repulsion, egomania and altruism... and so many other contradictions that you will disembark knowing that you love Xolo whilst never really understanding why.