So, fresh off the end of the first book (which i admittedly enjoyed without thinking critically about it until reading a critical review like this one, which gave me a warning flag for entry to the second book,) i plunged into the sequel expecting the promised interstellar, or at least interplanetary travel. What do i get? More of the most annoying criminal mastermind i've ever heard, including saturday morning cartoons! Then HOURS of recap of every detail from the first book. Then i'm certain we're getting to space, but no, gonna take down North Korea with 17 copies of Blake, keep 'em coming. Time Machines are now called Kettles, that's called innovation, kids. Instead of clear plastic, they're stainless steel. And best of all, we can nest them now, one smaller inside the larger, enabling transport of a kettle, used solely for the Korean assassination. Cargill walks himself and team into a trap of Knight's, *WITHOUT* making backups copies! The good guys are so stupid they deserve to lose, but the hero Blake (copy #11) saves everyone's ass again. Then the best (worst) part is when Knight kills himself instead of being taken alive, they all just say, well, maybe he's got another copy, not our problem. (!) FACEPALM oh, but he BIG revelation is that we discovered that at sometime in the past, some other intelligence built a device on Flabby's Star which makes the time travel limit 45 milliseconds. Woo. We don't know they still exist, we have not communicated, no information whatever, purely an existence proof of a technological time travel suppression device. That's all ya get.