Kill the Robot
Charles Dickens predicted it, and Toronto indie rock goddess (and award-winning playwright) Maggie MacDonald is stewing about it, albeit with a little less lace. Doom! Doom! Doom! There seems to be an apocalypse around every corner these days. That pit in the bottom of your stomach: a technological implant or just your enzymes telling you no? And what's that constant humming?
Below, Victorians are embracing the industrial revolution with coal on their faces, while over a hundred years later we eat, fight and fuck in front of the television. And in a hundred more years? Or even ten? That's what MacDonald paints in her back-to-the-Cold-War, post-human, lightly illustrated sci-fi novel Kill the Robot. It's totalitarian, it's paranoid, and it's just the thing for the winter blahs...
We humbly present an illustrative interpretation dealing with the themes of Ms. MacDonald's terrifying tale.
