The rather detailed blurb says far more about the plot of this self-consciously odd little book, than the actual text does. I'm not sure exactly what to do with this book, or what I think of it.

It's short, almost a long short story, and made up of short, almost entirely under one page, "STATEMENT"s, with a very few other things to set up the frame.

It's about a starship, probably, about mortal humans and the perhaps-immortal AI humanoids they've created, about what humanness is, what longing is, and how we might relate to enigmatic alien objects.

And it approaches all of these things mostly obliquely, indirectly, through hints and implications. Which can, I think, be either fascinating, or unsatisfying. Or both!