Interesting concept free-floating in a vacuum of tepid prose, cardboard types, and sophomoric philosophy. The last seven hours is mostly interminable blather, very little of which actually moves the plot forward. The characters, of course, never change -- unless, of course, they undergo some external and radical technical therapy. Things do pick up at the very, very end, but it's telling that the authors feel the need to tack on not one, but two hasty epilogues in order to provide the series with sufficient momentum to justify a sequel.
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