A Prisoner for the post- cyberpunk age. Why can't teenager Jack Swift wake up from the fantastic nightmare in which his mother is an ultra-hip punk, his dog is a floating, shape-and-size changing fur ball, and an army of leathered headless goons called the MTV (Mobile Tactical Vanguard) want to cancel his neural network? Jack figures that the music video virtual reality he's trapped in has been set up especially to torment and tease him, but why/who/for what purpose? Writer Carey Bates barely tries to control the ricocheting storyline. Keith Griffith's art is like tweaked early-70's Jack Kirby.
Out of print.
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