Low comedy, high satire, and the question of whether personalities that are transferred from meat to robot are the same person, and whether this is the future of humanity, or whether it's a good idea at all. With rebel robots on the moon about to engage in their own internal conflict, their creator is offered a chance at immortality, but is he going to be freed from sickness and death to live potentially forever or is he going to me merged into a single vast consciusness, or is it all the same thing?

Very early cyberpunk has this weird characteristic of looking and sounding noting like what we think cyberpunk should, and this seems more like some sort of surreal slacker stoner beach-bum comedy, only with robots on the moon. Nonetheless it's all here if you look closely enough.