
A political thriller about a presidential candidate who suffers a stroke and as part of a new therapy has a chip implanted in his brain. The chip enables him to do many extraordinary things, such as sense the mood of the voters. Only problem is the chip is controlled by some nasty people.
Democracy hasn’t functioned as it was “intended” for, well, ever. It was never alive to be killed, which makes this useless handwringing.
Coincidentally (?), the phrase occurs in the novel shortly before a politician is evacuated from the capitol building through a secret Cold-War-era civil defense tunnel.
