In almost all of PKD's writing one gets the sense of the plasticity of mankind's creations, a farcical super strata of illusion, contrasting the dark potential of our human nature. Behind every smiling face - a mask, behind every warm, familiar body, a cold, calculating robot. One could almost say that PKD in effect was the amphetamine sniffing Alpha-Android, secretly decoding the tricks of his personal, hidden Demiurge.
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