Dave MacKenzie, like many men, doesn't really start out as anything particularly captivating. What seems initially more like a teenager stuck in a mans body is mirrored by a dull, albeit futuristic lifestyle in need of an overhaul. This is absolutely what the reader is rewarded with - as the pace of the plot picks up the narrative becomes all consuming and is intricate in detail, humour and a normative sense of surrealism. The depth of escapism is such that this book is probably best read in one sitting, and comes with the risk of the real world looking incredibly dull when you have joined MacKenzie on his whirlwind race through space dodging customs and delving deeper into a dark murky world of illicit trades. The author clearly has a concerning underdstanding of risk taking and glutton, not to mention access to the top secret air files of the future. Sadly, although I would recommend paying close attention to his every futuristic insight, this book is currently the only glipse into the mind of what is surely an evil genius of space travel. Read it, and count your blessings that we still only live in the primitive age of a single solar system and that Cryogenic freezing is still out of many author's pay brackets.