We live in chaotic digital times. We spike information with disinformation. Spruik intelligence minus wisdom. Swear by logic without emotion. Think Google is benevolent. Vomit emotion without reason. Think we're big when we're small. Let trolls spin gossip webs. To eat our truths. As we cleverly code suicide notes. For a future civilisation to discover. In Earth's dead mud."

"Zino Tutt understands human frailties. He's travelled. Not willingly. We're a genetic mutation looking for meaning. The only animal group to believe in its own fictions. Of righteous Gods, Governments, and Genocide. We're frightening. We hunt in giant packs. We're a virus. Culling other species. Now something has come to Earth... to cull us."

"The Inquisitive Gene is a disturbing, wonderful, page-turning journey... where we scream, laugh, and cry our way to a better understanding... of ourselves..."

"God is dog spelt backwards. Does that mean anything? To a dog it might."

"Alien creatures have awoken from long sleeps. Sheath are spreading. Governments are infiltrated. Children notice things. Before being harvested for Ripening. Robots are walking. It goes mad... the internet. Satellites shiver. Missiles shake in silos. A handful of humans and a talking dog fight rearguard battles. As the sky rips open and things pour out. With teeth and claws. Darkness spills."

"Zino Tutt lives in more than one universe... of that I am sure."