Mr Robot presents us with a plausibly self-destructive young protagonist with a kind of concrete cast anti-social paranoia that most young people only wear as a mask. Still working out some very serious trust issues with his dysfunctional and dead parents, he is a wall of silence to his own therapist, unwilling to say anything he actually 'knows' from having hacked the accounts of everyone he actually knows. Thus with a full inversion, he accepts the reality of their cyber behavior merged with their cynicism and weakness in real life. He makes for a peevish sort of morality where it's easy to drop dimes on doxed kiddie pornogs and murderous drug dealers, but nearly impossible to be sociable with ordinary people whose secrets he has uncovered.
He gets in over his head by solving a DDOS attack for the biggest client (Evil Corp) of the computer security firm in which he works - a sophisticated and realistic version of Neo / Mr. Anderson. Yes he gets in way over his head, as he is seduced into working for a very Anonymous-like organization of renegade hackers called 'fsociety'. And then he dodges a bullet. For a moment he adopts the simulacrum of normality, dropping this sangfroid against Starbucks, only to get slammed back into his terrible reality by a cunning pseudo-father figure.
The protagonist, Elliot, who looks like the halfway handsome grandson of Marty Feldman, skulks around the predator rich environment of New York City, surviving his pain through an injudicious yet highly disciplined morphine addiction navigating various distances from four women who see distinct parts him from various angles.
It's a cyber thriller that is demonstrably able and savvy. It is the Sopranos for the digital Millential age. You don't want to miss it. Maybe you heard it here first. It has the potential of being as good, ultimately, as Breaking Bad. All the parts are there.