This is a simple story, an inverse detective story, although the 'detective' is a mother looking for a son, and simultaneously a serial killer. Why the authorities aren't looking for a serial killer is anyone's guess.
A lot of shit happens, but none of it really matters. Most of the book is from the mother's perspective. Whenever the son shows up, it was like the author felt the need to inject some action, and he's always running around, jumping on things, climbing things. I don't really know why.
This book is unnecessarily obtuse. Sentences become clogged up with made-up words. This is a HARD SCI-FI SIN. To waffle on, pornographically depicting every last detail of technology. EVEN THE SODDING MEANINGLESS CODE!
It doesn't make it 'more realistic' if you include made up words and detail. Here's a good comparison. 'Mu-space'. Subspace? Hyperspace? No, no, this is the REAL THING. No, it isn't. It's still made up shit.
There's some internet-y thing going on. I use that word, because I'll get jumped on for using 'network', or 'net', or a simple word.
There's no particular reason why the son is missing or why the mother is looking. He could, like, drop her a Tweet or something. (Techy enough?)
The perspective of the serial killer was the only bit that wasn't soporifically uneventful. The concept of 'mind rape', which this clearly is, because all the victims are women, so it's clearly sexual, although this is never explicitly stated, as if the author hadn't noticed. That concept was an interesting by-product of 'what if our minds could connect to...an internet-y thing'?
There is about one important scene in about the middle, perfectly placed to get me over the hump and to the end of this mission of a read, as if I was still kidding myself that something, anything, was gonna happen.
The end... Oh man, the end. A forced way to be grand when the whole thing is done through the mind.
There are some explosions and some flying things. It doesn't even matter that this story is on a different planet. The author waffles on with grand descriptions of science fiction-y places. The very definition of filler - sometimes, filler will tell you something important to the story. This doesn't tell you anything. But it all amounts to absolutely nothing, and forgets what it truly is, a simple reverse detective mystery.
On the rare occasions it stays on point, it is obscured my hard sci-fi bullshit (you don't need this much made up detail!). Most of the time, the plot ineptly moves from one bunch of meaningless nothing to another.