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Title: War Factory
Author: Neal Asher
Rating: 4 of 5 Stars
Format: Kindle Digital Edition
Penny Royal is now taking a more active approach. His next goal is the War Factory where he was created. Room 101. However, in getting there, he drags along a host of his past mistakes which he appears to be trying to fix.
One of those mistakes is Sverl, a prador who is turning into a prador/human/ai combo. Spear, from the previous book, is still along. Also tagging along is Captain Blite, who seems to be more of an observer than a mistake.
Sverl seemed to be the biggest character portrayed this time around. Satomi from the previous book is mentioned but that is it. Spear, Blite and some other humans all kind of blend into the "human" faction. We are also introduced to another AI, the Brockle, who seems to be heading towards the same path that Penny Royal once trod.
Convoluted is the term that comes to mind when I think of my time reading this book. Other Asher books have been complex and multilayered, but Penny Royal seems totally inscrutable and so a lot of what happens just seem random. And speaking of convoluted, it helps your understanding of this book if you've read Asher's book Cowl, in which he describes some the drawbacks of time travel. If you've not read it, you'll just nod and accept.
It did not enhance my enjoyment of this book that at the same time I was reading this, all the chaos about Booklikes being sold [potentially] came out. I was distracted and not focusing on reading nearly so much. I KNOW that made this not as enjoyable as it could have been. It kind of pisses me off that a booksite related issue had a deleterious effect on my reading enjoyment. Kind of like a chef screaming in your face while you're trying to enjoy a good dinner.