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In the 25th Century, death is rarely permanent. Thanks to advances in memory storage technology, people change bodies, or sleeves, with relative ease. Provided they can afford it, of course, and don't have any religious objections to being resurrected.
After being shot, an ex-UN envoy named Takeshi Kovacs finds himself resleeved in Bay City, on old Earth, and hired by a plutocrat who wants to know who blew his memory stack out, costing him several hours memory. Not to mention the inconvenience.
This is cyberpunk-noir, with a heavy crime influence. The plot zings about all over the place, generally though layer after layer of corruption, criminality and sleaze. Well written, hard-boiled prose, and a good story that kept me guessing. Cracking stuff.
In the 25th Century, death is rarely permanent. Thanks to advances in memory storage technology, people change bodies, or sleeves, with relative ease. Provided they can afford it, of course, and don't have any religious objections to being resurrected.
After being shot, an ex-UN envoy named Takeshi Kovacs finds himself resleeved in Bay City, on old Earth, and hired by a plutocrat who wants to know who blew his memory stack out, costing him several hours memory. Not to mention the inconvenience.
This is cyberpunk-noir, with a heavy crime influence. The plot zings about all over the place, generally though layer after layer of corruption, criminality and sleaze. Well written, hard-boiled prose, and a good story that kept me guessing. Cracking stuff.