The Spy Who Hated Me! follows James Spillaney, part spy, part detective, passing life in a world where he doesn’t fit in. It was the 1950s, heralded in by the Roswell crash in 1947. In a world where science had suddenly exploded onto the scene with so many technological advancements, it was hard to keep up. It’s a world of controversy, deceit, and lies (and that was only from the politicians); of valve phones and hydrogen-powered steam engines thundering around the globe on a super rail track system started by the Germans before the war, the International Train Transport System (ITTS); and of art deco edifices reminiscent of the ’20s. But underneath it all—underneath the shining metropolises scattered around the earth, which were examples of man’s ingenuity and brilliance of mind—was an undercurrent of iniquity and murder, controlled by a few or, as James puts it, “the pond scum of the universe.”