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336 pages, Paperback
First published January 24, 2018
An adorable story about cute girls singing, dancing, following their dreams, working hard... An idol anime like that was fused with a hard sci-fi story about unnatural human evolution. This is what Gengen Kusano has done, and the readers gleefully yelling, “Why would you combine THOSE!?” are really birds of a feather. Most likely, his creation lies at the end of the road lined by the bad otaku’s dread missives. But Gengen Kusano’s ‘bad’ is beyond the pale. Where your ordinary bad otaku would limit their dreck to 140 characters, allowing it to amount to little more than a joke, a harmless prank, this dastardly villain actually followed through.
Where will Gengen Kusano take us in the future? For all he’s written about the grotesque evolutions of mankind, I can’t help but see him as undergoing an evolution of his own. According to that interview with SF Magazine, he’s planning a novel that would combine Jainism and Singularity, and I’m looking forward to seeing how this young talent, through that work, evolves beyond anything I can imagine.
“What’ll we do once we run out of food?” Sachii was using the bones to make a sort of caveman house. It was her way of killing time.
“I’ll just have to eat you.”
“So I’m just so cute you want to eat me up?”
The Great Seiyuu Age—there was a period in time that earned itself that name. Seiyuu became the stars of the day, the hopes of humanity—all envied their laryngeal sacs
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The history of seiyuu was a long one. One theory placed the origins 500,000 years ago, as early as the birth of homo sapiens. That being said, seiyuu of the past were natural...did not have laryngeal sacs displayed outside
First, all national systems were converted to mobile games. Medical insurance and pension payouts were redistributed via gacha pulls. The constitution’s protections for human rights were interpreted to mean a minimum guaranteed number of gacha pulls. A healthy life with the acceptable minimal cultural value was considered one in which you could login to a mobile game daily.
There was only one group of humans engaged in any sort of organized activity. These women called themselves the Vigilantes. They were die-hard anti-technologists and traditionalists. Vowing to take back the Akihabara of yore, they all wore T-shirts featuring moe characters of a bygone age. These were their traditional iconography.
She might be a gory pile of body parts, but it was still her, and she was still cute."Last and First Idol" - Mix Love Live! fanfiction, Last and First Men, the tiniest dash of Blindsight, and you get something exceedingly, exceedingly strange. I think there may even be some Attack on Titan in there. And a half dozen other influences from the animanga sphere. From the feeling of this being a glimpse of a story too expansive to be put to page, to the grotesque body horror, to the tongue in cheek conclusion about the destiny of ME, THE READER, this story is all over the place. In a good way. When the author is having this much fun, it can only be as contagious as the adulation of idols. It does, however, lose something having had its serial numbers filed off. I didn't watch Love Live!, but I know that having Nico's brain transplanted into a mass of floating organs would have been far funnier than the forgettable Mika.