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... Huh. This was a weird one, folks.
Having Marco as a narrator is always fun. He's as cute and funny as a juvenile badly coping with PTSD can be. (That's not sarcasm; he IS cute and funny, and I want only good things for him.) And some moments of this were genuinely good, or tense, or interesting. (I found Marco's musings on rage and vengance particularly poignant for a kid no older than... What is he, 12? 13?)

But this is the first book where the "science" didn't really work for me. Androids? Come on, now. I can accept mouthless aliens who drink through their feet, but somehow a whole society of ancient androids that just so happen to live in the same city as our heroes, even attending the same school, is a bit hard to swallow.

I would have accepted even that, but it's hard to when it feels, ultimately, irrelavant. Nothing was changed or gained (unless the Chee eventually become important to the plot later on, I suppose). Marco's dad is in no more danger now than he was at the start of the series. Even the pretty McGuffin they faced hell and high water to acquire was lost to sea. What was the point of all that peril? Even Marco made it clear that, despite the trauma he's suffered (he was mangled pretty badly in this book), he'll forget it over time. So... What's the point?

This all just felt like filler.