You can almost see the list of priorities guiding The Ascent as you traverse its streets. Cyberpunk atmosphere. Big guns; lots of shooting. More cyberpunk and guns. And, you know, all the other stuff. Immense effort seems to have gone into nailing a basic experience, to the detriment of making a well-rounded one. But truly, this cyberpunk metropolis is a stunning piece of craft, rendered with such density it’s a wonder anyone went to the trouble. It’s all there: steam, holograms, stained metal, bars, nightclubs, litter, and misery. You strain to absorb the obscene detail, then the camera, like a tour guide, pans to reveal another layer of anthive life beneath your current position.
Yet like so much cyberpunk, it’s merely an aesthetic, assembled from slices of 1980s canon, with…