After reading just one chapter, I am hooked on Dho's depiction of a robot repair technician living amongst piles of arms and legs and decorating with the used human-like heads. There is something incredibly disturbing about the matter-of-fact nature of their work, how easily they input commands to flay the skin off androids without a second thought, and yet still wonder why the robots should or should not have free will. Out of the few minutes I've spent with this world, I am incredibly disturbed and intrigued by turns. I kept getting a "The Prisoner" vibe, which is only enhanced by the writer's apparent fascination with Britain despite the setting being the Nevada desert. I look forward to reading more, but probably won't do it right after breakfast like I did today.