I can't quit understand why all the reviews for this are so positive. I'm no literature critic, but even I could tell that Andy Remic is a shocking author - his writing style brings to mind a 15-year-old boy's school English essay, except with more crudity. Picture a typical LiveJournal fanfic where the hero gets to be the sex-god, rock-hard-stone-cold killer that the author always wanted to be.
The characters are one dimensional and the only thing more laughably cheesy than their conversations with each other is their inner monologue. All of them (including the AIs) behave like hormonal teenagers, alternating between loving and hating each other every five minutes, laughing at fart gags and storming off in a tantrum whenever they don't get their way.
From a sci-fi perspective, the technology is incongruous and the universe seems to be filled with an incoherent selection of monsters, psychics, magic, gods and moody robot sidekicks, mostly stolen from other stories.
One could look past this of course if the story was good, but the story itself plays out like a videogame - the central characters jump from location to location blowing things up and killing people and every hundred pages or so all the characters swap sides so as to justify more carnage.
Now don't get me wrong, I actually quite enjoyed reading it - it's a bit like watching a Steven Seagal movie (so bad it's good) - but I guessed the twist immediately and spent the rest of the book assuming that I must have guessed wrong because the book didn't seem deep enough to have that level of intrigue.