After the derivative mess that was Armada, this book was Cline's last chance to prove he was more than a one hit wonder. Unfortunately he chose to prioritize virtue signalling and gender politics over plot and quality writing. The first third of the book is essentially nihilistic and amoral "world building" and when the story finally does kick in it's another derivative replay of RP1. Here is a quest, here is a 90s reference, here is a page long explanation of that reference, repeat ad nauseam. It starts to get slightly better in the last couple chapters but by then its way to late and Cline takes little to no time to ponder the immense philosophical ramifications of his characters discoveries and actions, even sometimes directly contradicting himself on the consequences of it. Simply put this book didn't need to exist and you provably won't be happy that you read it.