That good looking fellow in the adjacent photograph is me at forty four years old. When I look at that picture I see in my faint smile, someone who still has in him a sense of wonder. Now, twenty seven years later, I don't know if that would be discernible in my old man's face. But I do know, in spite of the ravages of time and the chaos of living...it is still there. Over the years I have seen thousands of faces in which that glint has faded, erased by various applications of entropy's philosophical 'proof' - "defecate in one hand and wish in the other, and see which fills up, faster." My purpose in writing this book was to rejuvenate that sense of wonder in those who still possess it, and bring it back from the dead for those who don't. In order for this revival to be convincing I would need to wade into the heart of mayhem and what better way than in a dystopian tale of the future. I've always been a big fan of science fiction. But I also realized that the only way to navigate the madness humanity is prone to and have any hope of keeping all hands on deck during the sex, drugs, and rock and roll of violence, would be to employ the perspective of farce. This would make it possible to maintain a sense of humor through it all, and humor is very important to a sense of wonder. In full disclosure, I need to let you know this is not an "easy" book to read. There is a good deal of "future jargon" which is designed to make you feel like an alien in an alien world. Uncertainty is prerequisite to seeing things differently. I make a point of defining all these terms in context, at least twice on the first page they're introduced, so it's not that hard to pick up the lingo if you're paying attention. I only want your attention. Right now, you are probably asking yourself who does this guy think he is? For the purposes of this book, I'm the one who wants to reignite that sense of wonder.