Boredom ought to be harmless - until it rewrites a life.
Three writers enter a contest to tell the most boring story in human history. What follows is anything but. Our narrator confesses a maybe-crime, recruits the reader as a co-conspirator, then ejects us without apology, asserting the creator's power while the world around him comes apart: a Great Nameless City sliding into dictatorship, media feeding perversion, institutions turned to dust.
When a half-hidden rail on a sidewalk becomes a doorway to "paradise," we arrive in a casino where red and black are indistinguishable and the house is, perhaps, God. Here, boredom is a system to be defeated, luck is a lab protocol, and morality is unpriced.
Behind the curtain: doctors, brain microchips, and research on boredom devoted to eliminating boredom by redesigning the human brain. Microchips replace meditation; algorithms dictate the state of the human mind.
The narrator's shifting roles - scientist, writer, patient, observer... become a satire on our obsession with perfection and our terror of stillness.
Part satirical space-time romp, part philosophical whodunit, part anti-novel, this short read blends witty dialogue with long, lucid reflections on science, art, and the stupidity of power. It asks why we grant certain people the switch to our lives - and whether any change avoids the same old result.
If you like absurdist sci-fi, metafictional pranks, and laugh-to-keep-from-crying politics, you'll devour this.