Permafrost by Alastair Reynolds
There is talk of the Scouring and mobile euthanisation clinics. There are no moral centres in this invariably tedious novella. There is no rare ingenuity and no unbearable level of threat. This novella was full of portentous moments and cosmic ponderings and a climate of irrationalism and fatalism. This had nothing creatively new as humanity faces an existential threat and a ruinous undertaking is planned to save what is left of humanity. This was not morally nunaced. It fact it was scarcely coherent.
“By 2080, we're down to stored rations, the last human generation.”