THE doctors didn't believe me; they only believe in their pharmacopoeia - a lot of addicts do - but I made them believe in the end. I had to. The others left me no choice. Too many sleepless nights had ripped a gash in perception. Out there, on the far side, through the fog of delirium, I sensed their presence. I wasn't alone. I saw them hinted and outlined by the weak light that leaked from the waking world: sculptures of silhouette utter dark against the shadows of endless time. I knew; they'd been waiting, they'd been calling. Now they had me - and they forced me to sit and write. This is...

"Humanity built its monolithic spires of hopes and dreams and tried to believe that the whole sordid mess actually meant something."

Terapolis is an urban sprawl of global proportions. The vast city state has smothered whole nations, liberated humanity from the tides of history; the place is ripe with secrets...

Here, billions of people live only to give themselves to The Gestalt. An esoteric technology, said to unlock the secrets of creation, it offers humanity the chance to realise its most-cherished and forbidden desires.

For Silas Morlock, enigmatic Master of MorTek, The Gestalt is his...