In an age where technology intertwines seamlessly with our everyday lives, TERRORBYTES delves deeper into the shadows of our digital existence, exploring the uncharted territories of human consciousness shaped by technological evolution. This new series pushes the boundaries of speculative fiction, presenting stories that challenge the very essence of identity, morality, and reality in a hyper-connected world. In the first issue, a headset that lets users relive their greatest memories at the moment of their death extracts a brutal price.
Disappointing. Russell has been a favourite writer since his brilliant, thoughtful, challenging Red Sonja run for Dynamite. Really, I had no idea Dynamite would bring to market an epic work of art so lovingly considered.
This is not that. I've read elsewhere that the techbro CEO was a cardboard cutout psychopathic billionaire cliché (and he is), but it's also completely believable. I mean, if we accept that Alan Moore's consistent, insistent inclusion of SA in his storylines, that he justifies as "realism" (I'm inclined to agree, but I'm also worldly enough to have grown weary of some kinds of realism), then we have leaked (and publicly boasted) example of billionaires speaking of laypeople as NPCs (Elon Musk), that the labour produced by ordinary people is valueless (Spotify's Daniel Ek), and that small-minded consumers should be obligated to adopt new technology because we don't know what we want until it's forced upon us (Steve Jobs).
In short, this mass-murdering Patrick Batemanesque techbro doesn't kill my suspension of disbelief. Without spoiling, it's the post-climax dénouement of the investigator being spoken to by name. Perhaps this is an attempt to depict a Stephen Kingesque horror-without-explanation, but there's no unifying tie from introduction to conclusion like there was in King's The Moving Finger, and the confusion is the opposite of scary b/c it's just a puzzle.