Mari Shu, a factory drudge in the year 4000-something, must choose how to
protect her sisters, her purity, and her own conscience in a bleak futuristic
society that’s been polluted by smog, rampant commercialism, tacky
jumpsuits, sexual perversions, unjust socioeconomics, interstellar travel, and
inconsistent use of the Oxford comma.
In this second jubilant outing, Mari Shu decides to desert Olde Earth for the
unfamiliar comforts and sexual practices of Mars...and possible elevation to
the elite Martian rover class.
Warning: Book contains offensive material. Buttloads of boatloads of offensive,
vulgar, disrespectful, and possibly triggering material. Sexual, political,
economic, racial, physical, typographical, religious—really, trying to hit all the
big ones. Please make sure to sign your correct name to the hate mail so we
can give proper credit in the follow-up volume entitled, “The Hate Mails to
Mari Shu”.
Warning 2: What that means is this entire book is a spoof. A joke. A hoot. It
wasn’t born out of hatred of any aspect of genre fiction and culture or even
hatred of human beings but instead out of love, true love. No, seriously, quit
laughing. Oh, wait, you’re supposed to laugh, because it’s parody. You pick,
okay?
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