A self-destructive drug addict hacker is hired to do a job. There are a lot of cybernetic modifications, sex and drugs. That’s about all I got because there is too much left to the imagination, which is a problem when you don’t know if something is a metaverse or a physical location. I also couldn’t connect with any of the characters because they were either drug addicts or faceless characters. Eventually I failed to find a good reason to continue reading it.
His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it.
As Case was picking up his beer, one of those strange instants of silence descended, as though a hundred unrelated conversations had simultaneously arrived at the same pause. Then the whore’s giggle rang out, tinged with a certain hysteria.
How do I grow from this book?
Stop reading unengaging fiction sooner.