Zoey Punches the Future in the Dick by David Wong

New York Times bestselling creator David Wong’s Zoey Punches the Future within the Dick is the latest―and arguably greatest―sci-fi thriller within the Zoey Ashe Series.In the futuristic metropolis of Tabula Ra$a, Zoey Ashe is sort of a fish to this point out of water that it has achieved orbit. After inheriting a criminal empire, the twenty-three year-vintage unearths herself under risk from all facets as a rogue’s gallery of larger-than-lifestyles enemies assume they scent weakness. On the eve of the world’s maximum lavish and ridiculous Halloween celebration, a steamer trunk-sized container arrives at Zoey’s door and she is taken aback to find that it contains a disemboweled corpse. She is even more stunned when that corpse, controlled with the aid of an unknown party, rises and goes on a rampage via the house. Speaking in an electronic voice, it publicly accuses Zoey of being its murderer. This is the kind of thing that almost by no means happened at her old job.The metropolis became already a ticking time bomb of publicity-hungry vigilantes with superhuman upgrades and Zoey knows this turn of activities is unlikely to enhance the situation. Now, she and her crew of high-tech tricksters need to resolve this bizarre homicide whilst simultaneously keeping Tabula Ra$a from descending into chaos.“Biting humor and blatant digs at contemporary society overlay a subtly top notch and thoughtful plot” (Publishers Weekly) in John Dies on the End writer David Wong’s first installment of the Zoey Ashe Series, Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits. Now, “one of today’s excellent satirists” (Nerdist) is lower back with Zoey Punches the Future within the Dick, the second installment in a “Technicolor tomorrowland.” (Kirkus Reviews)


From its title, David Wong’s second installment within the adventures of heiress Zoey Ashe guarantees an unforgettable, weird and brain-bending storyline, and it does now not disappoint.

Wong’s futuristic sci-fi whodunit reintroduces readers to now 23-year-old Zoey, whose chaotic lifestyles is anything however boring. Having inherited a fortune in less-than-savory companies from her estranged, deceased father—pseudonym “Arthur Livingston”—her former life in a Colorado trailer park at the side of her stinky feline friend, Stench Machine, and her single, eccentric mother, Melinda, feels like a life-time away.

In this sequel to Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits, set inside the lawless futuristic town of Tabula Ra$a, Wong reprises the witty, satirical narration that readers that have come to expect from his work. In this world, policies are continuously shifting, wealthy human beings are to bodyguards as sharks are to remoras, and hedonistic temptations abound, from gaudy, active neon commercials and all-night time time Cuddle Inns and intercourse theaters, to brothels and extreme virtual reality experiences.

Wong so virtually immerses readers on this vivid, technothrilling putting that new characters experience like old friends, and Zoey is as adorable as ever as she tries to be a “normal” goth-grunge, Halloween-loving party lady and cat mom even as still running a criminal empire. Zoey has inherited a group of specialists from her crime kingpin father: the charming, cowboy hat-donning Texan, Budd; the beautiful, lithe and lethal Echo Ling; and the fiercely reliable and stoic sniper Wu. But the public and, greater importantly, the net seem to detest Zoey, together together with her unconventional appearance and her inheritance. At this point, she’s escaped a number of hostage and assassination tries.

When an energetic, organless corpse arrives on her doorstep and accuses her of murder, Zoey and her organization must struggle rabid conspiracy theorists, vulturistic and violent vigilante journalists or maybe an ominous mystery society to clean her call and unearth the truth. Through it all, tensions grow the various underground crime leaders, and the Unrest Index of Tabula Ra$a continuously rises.

Wong’s sequel is a high-electricity and extraordinary segue into a contemporary episode of Zoey’s existence and without issue proves itself to be a compelling standalone work. This definitely genuine world looks as if a fever dream, with shiny gadgets like color-changing convertibles, mechanized superhuman implants and a coveted 3-D printer that could craft both effective weapons and head-turning Halloween costumes at a moment’s notice. Wong’s biting remark on social media, net trolls, fandoms long past wrong, incel culture, mansplaining and the ethics of genetic engineering—now not to mention the cyberbulling and harassment that Zoey endures as a plus-size woman with a walk-in closet complete of band T-shirts and missing teeth in her smile—is a testomony to the energy of father fiction. His aggregate of captivating individual development, sci-fi satire and dark, smart humor is a revelation.


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