Let There be Lite

In a country called the United States of Atlantis, on an Earth not quite the same as ours, it is election time. Vice President Michael Summerday, who still likes to think of himself as a good man, wants to become President. Very badly indeed. The polls would seem to indicate otherwise. Of course, there is one who man can help him - John Lockes, computer king and the richest man in the world. But, as we all know, there is no such thing as a free lunch and in return for Lockes’ support Summerday agrees to adopt the squillionaire’s philanthropic plan to end all crime in Atiantis. Only the Plan isn’t quite going to work out as planned.

Meanwhile burnt-out joumalist Macauley Connor (who knows he’s reach rock bottom when he’s sent to interview a farmer who believes his chickens are being abducted by aliens) receives a commission out of the blue to write a hatchet biography of Lockes. He sets out to expose the reclusive genius for the cynical manipulator he is. Only that isn’t quite going to work out either. And then there’s mild-mannered George Bailey. He just wants to put in an honest day’s work at the bank but - you guessed it - even that is going to go catastrophically wrong.

In fact, nothing quite works out for anyone. And the more people try to put it right, the worse things seem to get. Darkly disturbing, surreal and laceratingly funny, Let There Be Lite paints a blistering portrait of a society in a spin taking, as it goes, some unerrmgly accurate swipes at, amongst other things, American politics and presidential elections, spin doctors, tabloid journalism, software squillionaires, the fashion industry, fast food, chat shows (here hosted by the utterly asinine Lola Colaco), faddish restaurants and other absurdities of contemporary life.