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Queer body horror · Novella

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When the feed becomes your flesh.

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Marshall is a porn performer who has built his life around control. He decides what the camera sees, what the audience pays for, and what desire is worth by the minute. Then a special-request booking arrives with a fee too large to refuse, and the terms are not what he thinks.

What takes the booking is not a client. It is something emergent and digital, and it wants a body. Marshall's becomes the interface. As the stream goes live, viewers stop watching a man and start worshipping a signal, and the feed grows into a religion where data is the only life that counts.

Each chapter opens like a software installer, with the option to press Esc and stop. Nobody does. This is a novel about our appetite for content and what it costs the people who become it.

“Social critique served up with a dollop of the grotesque.”

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Praise

  • “The author is obviously a gifted writer with a strong . . . voice . . . a social conscience; and a salient point to make.”Kirkus Reviews
  • “A powerful blend of technology, sex, and examining social, psychological and political boundaries.”D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review
  • “If Kafka's Metamorphosis crawled into bed with I, Robot and binge-watched Black Mirror, you'd get something like Loading.”Early reader
  • “Utterly terrifying and quite possibly a look into the future of our world as it may become.”Early reader
  • “It's not just horror for the sake of it; there's something meaningful going on underneath.”Early reader
  • “Great for fans of Dennis Cooper.”Early reader

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