In a future where cults sell salvation and robots need legal representation, rogue attorney Gary Legal takes the cases no one else dares—cosmic contracts, sentient machines, and clients who can’t even sign their own names.

SYNOPSIS:

Gary Siegel used to be a decent lawyer. But in a future where robots come with user agreements and cults send invoices, “decent” is a liability. After taking one too many cases the system wanted buried—some with criminal records, others with serial numbers—he becomes Gary Legal: a punchline in the legal world and the last advocate for clients no one else will touch.

His cases? An illegal caddibot, an overdue soul contract, a sentient machine trying to outlive its warranty. This is a world optimized for exploitation, where personhood is a software flag, and the only law that matters is the one you can afford to enforce.

Japanese Robots Love to Dance is a bleakly funny, quietly furious sci-fi satire—part Better Call Saul, part Sorry to Bother You, with the mechanical heartbreak of Robot & Frank and the bureaucratic nightmare of Brazil. It’s not about saving the world. It’s about showing up for what the world throws away.

JAPANESE ROBOTS LOVE TO DANCE