I bought this book almost 100% based on the description of it being Murderbot meets Redshirts, and it does not disappoint.

Somehow, this book manages to feel both timeless and absolutely a product of this very moment in history - addressing the problems faced by our society and its present love of artificial intelligence in a way that just as easily could be commentary on the industrial revolution or mechanization or automation.

The references (starting from the very first section heading) made me laugh aloud on numerous occasions, and Tchaikovsky's dry and self-aware humour at his own use of convention is delightful.

This book won't be for everyone, but it was certainly for me.