In fiction when an author has an entire page of technobabble I just subconsciously skip the entire thing and only go back to read if the rest doesn't make sense.
The author has a contract, all competition has been eternally removed from his mindset. He made it. Finally he can, drone on and on about some obscure infodump he found.
Or even worser, show it to those upper class snobs & critic, who claimed that writing good characters and prose is as far out of the league for sciFi, as if it where burried at a rainbows end.