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How quickly style can turn to crutch, spicy phrases turn into tics, and a streetwise narrator turns into your cranky coworker that keeps coming around to complain to you! I really liked Altered Carbon, but it seems like maybe one was enough. This time around, I can't unhear the way that wildly different characters rely on the same cliches, and the way that a post-biology post-human world opens up space for Morgan to describe human racial/ethnic characteristics in a really creepy colonial pseudo-scientific way. Also, unforgivable for a pulpy novel, really really boring. Boo! I was really expecting to like this one.