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poultrymunitions's review
2.0
wack.
it's set over a hundred years in the future—but i can tell you that's a hundred years too soon for New Yorkers to start calling 42nd street "forty-two street."
which irritating bit of foolishness i had time to notice—repeatedly—on account of there being no actual story here for the first fifth.
plus dumb shit like this:
lasers don't have force; they're lasers.
if light had mass, my ipad would be a handful of flinders and rubble from the illumination reflected off my face and redirected into the death-glare i leveled at this goddamned book.
it's set over a hundred years in the future—but i can tell you that's a hundred years too soon for New Yorkers to start calling 42nd street "forty-two street."
which irritating bit of foolishness i had time to notice—repeatedly—on account of there being no actual story here for the first fifth.
plus dumb shit like this:
Before he can say anything, he's blinded by a laser beam blanketing his canopy. He can't tell what kind it is, only that it hurts his eyes and the force is pushing Archangel back.
lasers don't have force; they're lasers.
if light had mass, my ipad would be a handful of flinders and rubble from the illumination reflected off my face and redirected into the death-glare i leveled at this goddamned book.
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