Researching sustainable energy, Rick’s best friend Wally has discovered a means to tap into the bioplasmic energy field that surrounds all living things. He envisions trains and office towers running off collective psi. But when he invites his friends to test his psychotronic generator, they unleash demons residing in the human old brain, the seat of aggression and primal drives. As the body count rises, it becomes clear, for these creatures of the id to survive, their creators must die. Pursued by police and hunted by their doubles, the choice is kill or be killed. Even if the face of the enemy is your own. “A raw, mind-bending creepshow that reads, every now and then, like Jim Thompson’s gone punk. Night’s Plutonian Shore gets under your skin, makes it crawl—in the best possible way. A weird, wild ride.” — Andy Davidson, author of The Boatman’s Daughter and The Hollow Kind