Beneath the acid rain of a city that never sleeps, among flickering neon lights and alleys soaked in liquid glow, walks a man with a televis...

Beneath the acid rain of a city that never sleeps, among flickering neon lights and alleys soaked in liquid glow, walks a man with a television for a head. His body is human — or almost — clad in a long coat made of glossy black polymer, with seams that pulse faintly with threads of light. Thin cables ...