Ignore the cover art, this work is a lot better than that.
This was an engrossing novella where you are basically just thrown in to a culture without familiar reference points, haunted by ancestors whose personalities are stored on chips, with some sort of complicated and deadly political struggle going on as a backdrop. The author does not pull punches when it comes to her two strong-willed female protagonists and the way their clash is dictated by their very different situations. The supporting characters are finely drawn as individuals as well including the one which serves as the nervous system of Prosper Station itself whose hidden weakness becomes manifested at the worst and the best of times.1