And then this happened. Well, at least the way I read it (omnibus edition), I didn't have to wait long for it to happen. But happen it did. The conclusion of the first Frankenstein story arc, that is.
So, we're still in New Orleans and it is still sometime between a week and two weeks after the start of the first book where Detective O'Connor busted out some gang street know-how. All told, Carson and Michael have continued to not say they are in love, crack awful jokes, drive recklessly, and subsist on caffeine and delicious Cajun food. Sleep? That will happen when Carson and Michael become human and thus have a need for it, rather than being your typical cop duo from Miami New Orleans Vice.
Deucalion continues to hold such promise. But that's all he does with his promise: hold it. He also travels rather quickly in between locations, which would be eerily fascinating, except for the fact that Carson drives just as quickly and so Deucalion's amazing lightning understanding of quantum travel just seems ordinary.
I was right: there was a deus ex machina however I was wrong about who that might be. Given how the story played out, why, exactly, did I have to suffer through Carson and Michael? Why? When, in the end, their role was as it was. I feel like the ending would have happened even without crime's most daring duo (of eaters and talkers).
Jocko and the bug provided an amusing little interlude. The slang for the garbage workers to describe their aroused state made my brain vomit a bit. It is bad enough that there is slang in use in modern day, but no need to go and make up new slang, too. Why not use: hot, bothered, aroused, hard, excited, wet? At least those are common.
I like Erika 5's spunk. I like her spirit. I think she'd be a better Carson than Carson. Or perhaps she and Carson would make a better couple than Carson and Michael.
In short: Plot resolution was unique and unexpected. Having to suffer through poorly developed characters with minor roles in the plot resolution annoyed me. Still not sure the purpose of Arnie as it would seem more respectful not to put someone on display just because they are different. A friend of mine who has a child with autism was enraged that Koontz would suggest that autism can just be healed with the laying of hands. Insensitivity all around.