What if the greatest salesman in history knocked on your door and the product he was selling was already yours?

In 1953, J.R. "Bob" Dobbs received a divine sales mission through television static.

His territory? Everywhere. His product? You'll know it when you finally buy it.

From the ashes of dot-com delusions to the smoke of towers that fell at free-fall speed. From the derivatives that ate the economy to the masked pause that revealed the cage... Through every conspiracy that was true and every truth that was conspiracy, ‘Bob's’ been there. Selling exactly what we all needed the whole time.

Now, as humanity races to optimize itself out of existence, as machines dream of electric sheep and humans dream of being machines, the cosmic salesman returns with one final pitch. But is he saving us or completing the longest con in history?

A prophetic satire that listens like tomorrow's headlines written by yesterday's madman, SLACK is the book the Conspiracy didn't want published, the SubGeniuses already wrote, and you've already read in a timeline that doesn't exist yet.

Open at your own risk. All sales are final. Especially the ones that never happened.

“Bob” is coming.

“Bob” has already been.

“Bob” never left.

"I don't understand it,

but I can't stop reading it."

—Everyone