WHEN I woke again, I was frantic. I lay naked, tied to a metal surface. Lights circled around me. Green and blue ones. It makes little difference to you. If you had known our stance would be so spineless, you would have kept us from believing in you. When I woke again I had my clothes on and walked across a bridge to 'the other side'. Maybe that's what happens to the dead. Some walk through a tunnel of light, others walk across a bridge. The churning river below me is called the Styx. I'm certain. There is no ferry any more. This is 'the new world'.
This book contains explicit sex scenes, philosophy and violence