I love Howard Chaykin, even with all his faults, but this one? Yeah, this is just a big ol bucket of nope for me. Virtually nothing worked.

The plot is far too complicated, and therefore unbelievable. Tucker's real-life (meatware, breeder, whatever) double-crossing girlfriend is brought in, then forgotten. The nanotech is brought in, and promptly forgotten. The damn robots all love each other. Robots have boyfriends and girlfriends. The robots have adopted a Dirty Thirties dress code.

Add that to the typical Chaykin faults: All the women are well-endowed and attractive and horny as hell. And, no matter how tough they are, they always need saving at one point or another by the dark-haired alpha male.

The art is quite good, considering the terrible story it supports, but this is, unfortunately, a steaming pile right from the get-go. ( )

Clearly will not be to everyone's taste but I enjoyed this highly-coloured, crisp exploration of dystopian America with a neo-Noir flavour. ( )