A review by smithmick14
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said by Philip K. Dick

*laughing from within a police surveillance state beyond anything our literary predecessors could’ve imagined or even comprehended*

“There are no flying cars in the future, silly!”

You cannot escape. You can merely slip between the cracks of the sprawling machine. And in a machine believed by its operators to be perfect, God help you if you find yourself within the interstices. When the entire world is encompassed by a framework of violence how could existing outside of it indicate anything other than a conspiracy that necessitates your destruction?

And besides, no adoring fans will recognize you if you have no identity.