I got stuck in the debt screen for like twenty minutes just reading the numbers. Not because it was deep. Because I was laughing at how absurdly high they set it. You wake up from cryosleep, wrong body, wrong century, and some corporate AI is telling you your frozen ass racked up enough fees to buy a small moon. The game doesn't even try to make this believable. It's a text adventure where the setup exists purely to shove you into sexual situations with zero dignity intact.

The writing has this strange quality where it's simultaneously trying to be a serious sci-fi thing and also just throwing you into blowjob scenes with your university professor. Like, there's lore about the year 2206 and cryology labs and then suddenly you're on your knees because you picked "student" as your cover and the HTML just... presents the option. No buildup. The oral sex descriptions are explicit in that mechanical way where body parts get named with clinical precision but the tone stays weirdly detached. I kept clicking through dialogue trees thinking surely there's more game here, some hidden mechanic, but no. You pick escort, stripper, or prostitute and the text branches slightly but always ends up with someone's cock in your mouth while you think about your debt.

The roleplay aspect is almost there. Almost. You're supposed to be this guy trapped in a girl's body and occasionally the narration remembers this fact, throws in a line about how strange your new tits feel or whatever, then forgets again for twenty scenes. The HTML is basic as hell. Click, read, click, read. Sometimes a choice appears that seems meaningful but it's just flavor text before the same outcome. I wish the future setting mattered more. You're in 2206 and the most futuristic thing that happens is a holographic pimp. Everything else could be set in a motel parking lot and you wouldn't know the difference.

The game doesn't pretend to be more than it is, which I respect. But also, fuck, could they at least make the debt calculations consistent? One scene says I owe 2.3 million credits, next scene it's 1.8, then back up to 3. I know nobody's playing for the economic simulation but come on. Basic continuity. There's this one scene where you're doing a strip routine and the text describes your movements in this oddly poetic way, like someone on the dev team actually cared for three paragraphs, and then it's back to "he inserts his throbbing member" garbage. That whiplash is the whole experience.