I really, really didn't like this one.
So, here's the problem: I don't give three shits about the brutal meanderings of the aristocracy. Ruby was a heartless bitch. Phoenix was a heartless bitch. I'm sure Phoenix-clone-grandkid will grow up to be a heartless bitch, too. I'm able to engage in a little suspension-of-political-outrage in stories where the despots have some redeeming qualities, but if these people had any, I missed it. As far as I'm concerned, the biggest let down was that the entire clan didn't go up in a ball of atomic flame so the poor bastards on the planet could elect a representative government.
*Ahem*
Anyway, I will laud the story for not letting gender get in the way. I did appreciate that the heartless, ruthless, sybarites were female. It's a nice change of pace. Unfortunately, their gender also didn't make them any more sympathetic, and the story failed to touch me.
What's particularly frustrating for me is that it wouldn't have taken much. Just a little more of a humanizing touch, a sense that Phoenix wasn't just an appallingly controlling, selfish, brutal waste of humanity, or that Ruby was actually struggling to create a better place to live than her mother had created... just something to hang my heart on.
I suppose I should add that Phoenix really reminded me of my mother. That probably tells everything about my childhood than you need to know to understand why, perhaps, this story engendered more than a little rancor from me.