and it was Beth Kittridge', only to have the next chapter begin with 'But it wasn't Beth Kittridge.' Each of the small chapters has to end on a climax, some sort of tension, no matter how artificial. For example, one chapter ended with the phrase '. There's even a good bit of unintentional humor here too. Meanwhile, it never once talks about the consequences of its world. Sometimes, it mixes it up a bit and has stuff happen, then characters explain out loud what you just read. Characters declare their intentions, then events happen. While obviously ghostwritten, you'd be forgiven for thinking this was penned by The Shat. Toss in double crosses and robot double, and stir. Plot: People use disposable computer chips as drugs, scientist creates device that can destroy all drug chips.

It's that special kind of genre book that has all the flying cars and moving sidewalks of science fiction, but without any of the interesting thought that made that stuff interesting. It's obviously Ghost written, with The Shat sitting behind the scenes tossing out words that start in Plas- or Laz. Think noir detective story with shades of Regan-era drug war, and painted in faux-SciFi. Well, I wanted an easy break from all the heavy reading I usually do, and this actually fit the bill. It smells like must and cigarette smoke, and it likely has a garage sale sticker on the front that won't come off. The tracking might be a bit off too, and the audio's a bit fuzzy. Throughout this short read, I imagined I was watching a bad 80's sci-fi flick on VHS, complete with laughable special effects.

William shatner's tekwar