Electric Angel: A Dystopian Sci-Fi Adventure

I’ll admit, I rolled my eyes at first when the protagonist, Lira, ‘unfurls her stolen wings’ in Chapter 3—*another* chosen-one trope? But *Electric Angel* disarms you by making its angelic tech feel grimy and *earned*. These aren’t heavenly gifts; they’re black-market implants that burn out your nervous system, and Jackson’s narration sells the pain. Her performance is *electric* (pun intended) in the action scenes, but where she really shines is the quiet moments—like when Lira whispers a prayer to a dead saint while soldering a bomb. The sound design is subtly immersive: distant sirens bleed into chapter breaks, and the audio levels *drop* during power outages, pulling you deeper into the world. That said, the middle act drags when the plot detours into corporate boardroom scheming. Parrot’s dialogue for the elite feels *too* polished compared to the street-level grit, and Jackson’s posh villain voices occasionally tip into caricature. And while the ending’s ambiguity works thematically, it’ll frustrate listeners craving resolution. But these are quibbles. What sticks with me is how *lived-in* this dystopia feels—like the best cyberpunk, it’s not about the tech, but the people clinging to scraps of humanity (or divinity) in a world that’s priced both out of reach). If you love morally gray protagonists, tech that feels *dangerously* tangible, and narrators who can make a grocery list sound like a manifesto, this is a must-listen.