Rocks, who isn't the smartingest pants-down spanking ever, fried a few neurons trying to sort out Tricky and Trixxxy in the opening pages, then the dream sequences and the voice in Tricky's head burned through a few more. But, eventually, with squinty-eyed concentration and a mild caffeine overdose, he figured it all mostly out. Tricky's a robot man. His robot girlfriend or fiance or whatever is Trixxxy. Rocks is proud to have caught onto the triple-exes in her name, as in even before she's revealed as a reluctant robot porn star. But still Rocks wonders why her love interest couldn't have been assigned a less bobsy, androgonous and similar handle. The name Ward springs to mind. Or maybe John. A minor quibble.
There's a lot to like here. See, the porn isn't for humans, but for other robots. And it's not sexual, but just human-looking robots engaged in banal, slightly antediluvian, domestic human activities like hanging wash on the line and cooking meals. That this apparently gets them off in some vague, commercially viable, robotic way is the central idea. Maybe not that farfetched, either. Way back in 2011, IBM's Watson AI destroyed a pair of returning champions on Jeopardy. Facebook just bought an AI lab with the focus on AIs learning to read human facial expressions, to eventually simulate human emotions.
Some nice SF imagery. Rocks liked the holographic computer screens floating around looking for viewers. There's the odd genre-specific literary allusion like, "Was that the burning chrome bush talking to you again?” In this instance, alluding to William Gibson's famous collection and the Old Testament, a pair of sci-fi/fantasy classics. Even the spaceship with its requisite octopedal robopilot and FTL drive (albeit, in Rocko's opinion, far too easily commandeered) was kind of cool.
But the story itself, a condensed space odyssey of sorts, struck old Rock of Ages as action packed to the expense of (mainly robot) character development. To get into the action, he has to care about the players, and here he mostly didn't. A little too caricaturistic and cute for his dark, perverse tastes. Like a Saturday morning cartoon or something. In Rocko's totally unsupportable and subjective opinion, the VC needs to dirty it up a little. There is an "O Cannon," but not like the one that once dangled twixt Rockhard's thighs. This O Cannon just shoots some sort of high-energy ring. Perhaps his colleague will clap its mighty hooves together and lo, Yo! Many would. Many will. But Rocky's passing.