Allergic to Caffeine and Lovebots...

Dear readers, fifty years in the future as Lovebot Selection Day draws nearer for the Cooper family's triplet geniuses and their human parents in Dallas, Texas, the globe is still in shambles since the truce that ceased the Greatest Final War three years ago between humans and bots and lovebots. Though the bot-terrors continue as the All Conservati… Dear readers, fifty years in the future as Lovebot Selection Day draws nearer for the Cooper family's triplet geniuses and their human parents in Dallas, Texas, the globe is still in shambles since the truce that ceased the Greatest Final War three years ago between humans and bots and lovebots. Though the bot-terrors continue as the All Conservative Party in the United States of America draws up new laws like the Artists' Amendment, which does not allow any humans to share their creative works with anyone, including family, friends, lovers, coworkers, acquaintances, and strangers until after their deaths in hopes to stop the overwhelming flow of information technology and personal data abuse and the All-Bots Enslavement Restrictions Act, which halts the production of self-aware bots and self-aware lovebots. The Cooper family of geniuses and artists struggles in this future world that they have not wanted or created or embraced, but must survive in . . . maybe. Allergic to Caffeine and Lovebots is written in an experimental, futuristic, fluid, imaginative prose to draw the eventual readers into a subconscious and visual and phonic world (globe) of their own creation. Allergic to Caffeine and Lovebots embraces the everyday saucy language used by all eventual readers and their family and friends and lovers and coworkers and acquaintances and strangers. Disclaimer to all eventual readers, if you are Oxford comma types and if you drive the speed limits always and if you never draw outside the lines and if seven-hundred saucy words would annoy your moral compasses and you only get a buzz on New Year's Eve and if you don't believe in magic or aliens, then please, I, Wayne C Truly, as the writer, I do not want to waste your time or monies. I beg you to move on to another story and another author and another book 'cause this book is a saucy entertaining read . . . written for creative folks who prefer less Oxford commas and less boundaries and more f--ck words of honesty fr