It's hard to top the premise of I, Zombie: You're having your face burned off every day by molten metal, you eat slop, your co-workers are ventriloquists' dummies, someone on the job is trying to kill you, your factory is slowly filling up with water, and--oh, yeah--you're dead! A better account of the American world of work is not to be had.

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- tom moody 3-10-2002 4:54 pm