iWorld

Hilarious mind bending techno/sci-fi computer hacking farce based on a parallel Earth where Applet launch a lunatic quest for complete world domination by developing the first virtual reality sex app with a group of hackers using alien technology stolen from a drunken Scottish midget.

Welcome to iWorld … Earth’s twin planet, “where everything looks suspiciously like it does here,” says Gare of Thith, author of the new and fantastic farce, iWorld, “… except it’s an even bigger stuff up, which is not surprising considering the nature of its creators.”

This full-on techno-farce careers ahead at break-neck speed with our hapless heroes lurching from one disaster to another as misunderstood technology, extreme corporate power, virtual sex and end-to-end plastic surgery collide with misplaced creationism.

The problems start with Ava J, a despotic witch of the first order who is the new CEO of Applet, iWorld’s largest corporation, where she is hell-bent on not just corporate domination, but also the re-shaping of both Applet and the planet into a form she believes will entice the company’s recently deceased founder, Evet S. Boj, back from the dead.

Launching Mr Boxhead’s ‘KGB-inspired HR policy from hell’, Ava J tears her staff to shreds in a search for the ‘killer app’ to make Applet the centre of a new world order, but in her manic obsession is where she makes her biggest mistake … outsourcing to OPER.

Nothing is sacred at OPER, where two ‘dirty boy’ system hackers, Ackboy & The Raptor are already squandering all the money in The One With No Name’s Sperm Bank in their attempt to develop the world’s first virtual reality sex app using some unknown hardware they found sitting in a field under a dead cow that was quietly hanging in a nearby tree.

Ava J’s plans for world domination take an ironic twist when Ackboy and The Raptor, experts at hacking into computer code, other people’s cash and giant-sized pizzas, sink their teeth into Applet and potentially screw the whole planet … but someone is watching from afar, someone who can’t let their beloved experiment go down the cosmic toilet.

Gare of Thith comments, “I wrote this book in an early morning bout of temporary insanity, which should make you glad all the mayhem isn’t confined to just where you are right now, but is endemic to everywhere our creators have put their dirty little mitts.”