I Keep My Exoskeletons to Myself is a fantastical argument against the rise of right-wing fascism and the surveillance state. While many details in Kris' world don't entirely make sense, that reads as part of the point Crane is trying to make. A world that stalks people without reprieve for their security, which marks a baby the moment they're born to enhance safety, is nonsense. Yet this is the world we are moving towards, and some may argue, that we already live in. Kris speaks to us with a lyrical voice that relays her grief, her guilt, her frustration, and her terror, all while attempting to raise a helpless infant alone in a world that already hates her. She protects the kid by adhering to the rules of her society, up until those rules inevitably endanger her daughter and provide no alternative but to rebel. This is a novel with a resounding voice, and one that somberly criticizes our time.