I've been too consistently disappointed by these newer supposed sci-fi greats. At times, I feel like I should be mourning whatever it is that's been lost through the genre's shift from the speculative to the prosaic. 

Discrete.

I read the first chapter and skimmed several more to be certain this was exactly what it felt like: regurgitated storytelling in the spirit of yellow journalism. Content makes no difference; I'm always disgusted by that tone. Consider this one abandoned.