This is a two-hour read from an author whose books (White Noise and Underworld, especially) I admire. Point Omega, however, is less a novel than a long-form short story or even pamphlet, interesting, chock-full of ideas that evoke deconstruction and sterilization and probably annihilation, with just a passing reference to human passions. The work is a grim reminder that we're disconnected from the immensities of nature, burdened by the markers of time, and essentially just holding out for extinction of the soul. But a well-written grim reminder, it remains.