Rule 34 is a science fiction novel about cybercrime, maker culture and porn. But most of all, it’s a novel about you.
It’s 9:30am on a painfully dull Thursday morning in the office. The boss has retreated behind her wall of pot plants after hovering over your shoulder like a huge and bothersome horsefly, peering at your computer screen as you attempt to explain the annual sales speadsheet. You flick your mouse cursor over to the Firefox browser you’re running from the same USB dongle that is providing your wireless internet access, all so spotty Gareth in IT services can’t spy on what you’re looking at.
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