“The good news: Tom survived the apocalypse. The bad news: Earth's vending machines chose violence.”
If that first line doesn’t hook you, check your sense of humor — it might be unplugged.
This book takes the absurdity of a post-apocalyptic world and filters it through the weary sarcasm of a software developer who suddenly finds himself patching reality instead of code. The premise is hilarious and genius: mysterious obelisks turn Earth into a broken video game, vending machines start spitting out weapons and death, and humanity’s only hope is a guy whose main skill is debugging. The band of misfits become family ...the kind you don't want to see or acknowledge you know at the family reunion
What I love most is the balance — it’s equal parts satire and survival, with plenty of gamer in-jokes that never feel forced. The tone is dry, fast, and clever, like Shaun of the Dead met Walking Dead in a tech support chatroom, pissing off everybody in LOTR.
Tom isn’t your typical apocalypse hero — he’s awkward, unlucky, and accidentally competent. But that’s what makes him perfect. You can feel the exhaustion of someone who’s seen too many error messages, only this time the “bugs” are literal monsters.
Even in blurb form, the worldbuilding shines: vending machines as both saviors and threats? That’s pure brilliance. It’s darkly funny and weirdly believable in a world where AI already writes code and vending machines take credit cards.
Final verdict:
A sharp, self-aware, and refreshingly original take on the apocalypse. Expect humor, horror, and high-level sarcasm in equal measure. And so many dickshots you might be sterile for the rest of your life!!!!😱