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We came for the kids trapped in a dome and the fighting with mutant powers, but we stayed for Sam The biggest disappointment is that this was only a kind-of-okay trilogy. We came for the kids trapped in a dome and the fighting with mutant powers, but we stayed for Sam Temple and his friends.
The ending was a victory for the reader, who somehow went through the same hell as the characters and lived to tell the tale. This series ends up hard to recommend. Grant likes to gab on about the nano world while stalling out the plot, and twice he introduces absolutely pointless side protagonists who eat a third of the plot. Yet, it answers the questions the first BZRK brought up. Not especially.
It could have been more. This one was so bleak. And I know the series as a whole is all "death or madness," and I never expected a happy ending, but this is so hopeless. Lear as a brand-new character with no real motivation that I could discern. So many awful deaths. A seeming total deviation from the purpose of the first couple books. Basically just a world going mad. The book is written so outstandingly well. I just think those things were 2. I just think those things were introduced too late.
It has been brutal and intense from the start, and the finale does not disappoint. I was literally, physically, on the edge of my seat towards the end.
There are scenes in there that made me laugh at the sheer unbridled strangeness and intensity. A year or who knows how long? The possibility of a future with biots and nanobots swarming our internal transport systems, leaping from cell to cell, prodding and snipping and attacking, fabricating and erasing, wiring, rewiring, and de-wiring everything that makes us up as human beings — walking, talking, thinking, and sensing human beings — has become ever more real in BZRK Reloaded. Sadie Plath and Noah Keats slowly accept their life of a twitcher, part of a minority who could save the lives of every being on the planet — they slowly accept that they could, eventually, become just like Vincent: mindless and aloof from the loss of their biots. That is until they become more confident at mastering their biots, to use them to do good things, to help people — people like Vincent, people like each other. BZRK may be the good guys in this nanotechnological war, but if it must come to it, their biots are used for torment and the elicitation of pain.
When great progress is made to advance civilisation, there is inevitably going to be a section of the population who want us to heed the warnings. When Gutenberg invented the printing press, Luddites were concerned about the livelihood of monks who would surely lose their roles as scribes. When mobile phones started becoming popular, many were quick to point out the cancer-causing rays that such technology brings a debate that is still going on. And when nanotechnology became a thing, some were worried about the ethical issues of having microscopic bots scurrying around inside the human body.