An SF story that failed to engage, on two counts your honour. Count 1 is that that vast majority of the story is dialogue between two people, and it just feels like you’re reading a script. Count 2 the Second is that the protagonist, namely one Adam Naraya, knows a heap load more (no, let’s not mince words, he knows shitloads more) than he’s letting on to his target, and, more importantly, to the reader. He’s holding all the aces and the poor guy he’s after doesn’t even know he’s in a card game for high stakes until the last moment.
