I read the first volume of SFSX back at the beginning of this benighted decade, and was impressed by its vision of a nightmare near-future America where puritanical right and zealous left had joined forces, taken advantage of new technological possibilities, and declared war on weird sex. Coming back to the setting five years later, with everything that's happened since, I can't help but recall Peter Cook's line about those wonderful Weimar cabarets that did so much to prevent the rise of the Nazis. Hell, on the same day I borrowed this from the library – and I suppose at least it was still in the library – there was a letter in the paper (and this the Guardian, not the Mail or Express) asking impatiently why the UK's new internet crackdown was so timid, rather than trying to eliminate porn altogether, which not coincidentally is a plot point here. But at the same time the monolithic Party has legions of incel footsoldiers, which if you consider it as abstract worldbuilding seems nonsensical, but because the world is nonsensical now, sadly checks out. So the plan is to reward them with compliant fembots, and that leads to some of the most satisfying scenes here, where it turns out that presented with perfectly pliable partners, the little shits don't quite know what to do with them, so the captured rebel deviants are enlisted to teach the synthetic Stacies some tricks of the trade. And in general, Horn still has a good handle on the person to person interactions, the ebb and flow of dynamics – and all without, crucially, that well-meaning but infuriating modern trend where progressive-minded authors feel compelled to make their sympathetic characters bloodless saints whose every intimate interaction necessitates a full on-camera discussion of boundaries and best practice. But the change of art team really didn't work for me, the first volume's cinematic sheen giving way to a more indie comix style which sometimes felt a bit too suburban sex party in the bad sense. Worse, though, was the way it simply didn't feel new like the first volume did. I don't just mean because it's a second volume, or because I took a while to get around to it; I mean in terms of elements like the sexbot revolt, or the extension of shadowbanning to real life, heavily reminiscent of Westworld and Black Mirror plotlines from those halcyon days of the 2010s. And if I clearly can't hold one smutty indie comic responsible for the gathering dark age, I think I can expect it to live up to its own early potential a little better than that within the pages of the world it does control.