A revelation for cat lovers? Or perhaps just another loose tooth in the rotting gums of destiny. No worries, even for us toothless wonders of the world. Daniel H. Wilson has prepared a baby food-esque vundermush that shall speckle the walls of our collective esophagus for years to come. Enter a world where renegade houses commit fumbled arsons and printed words copulate in silence. To glance a passage of Robopocalypse is to handcuff yourself to the muffled warbling of an ether soaked night.