What unfolds will all be in a day's work - a day that will change everything, forever. Meanwhile, Tamaki Tamai, a psychic detective from the Channeling Agency, has been commissioned to explore strange changes in the temporal universe brought about by two forces, one represented by the teachings of a professor named Rahampol, the other by the complex, evolving Motoko entity.
Partly transcending the physical world and existing in a virtual world of networks, Motoko is a fusion of multiple entities and identities deploying remotely controlled prosthetic humanoid surrogates around the globe to investigate a series of bizzare incidents. Motoko Aramaki is a hyper-advanced cyborg, a counter-terrorist Net security expert heading the investigative department of the giant multinational Poseidon Industrial. Although it isn’t even a direct sequel to the first book, don’t even think about tackling it unless you’ve read the first one and loved it so hard you just can’t do without more.March 6, 2035. So in summary, there are too many pages for the plot, the techno-babble is far too dense, the author’s asides are distracting and the depiction of the female characters takes the concept of gratuitous and runs a marathon with it. However, unless you’re a hormonal pre-pubescent teenage boy, the constant onslaught of flesh is likely to grate well before you get to the end.
The artwork is little short of breathtaking – Shirowe Masamune’s technological future is fully realised and beautifully illustrated, while his slender women are attractive and prone to showing off their privates. The plot, what little of it is fathomable, is lost in this miasma of glamour and techno-nonsense. A good proportion of the story involves the main protagonist Motoko Aramaki floating naked through a virtual reality visualisation of cyberspace, barking orders at her digital assistants while interacting with the pop-ups, viruses and spyware equivalents of the year 2035. Those who found the first book impenetrable, on the other hand, have got little hope with this.
It’s rammed with scantily clad clone babes connected to a complex network that exists both virtually and in the physical world – a rollercoaster ride of techno-babble and exposed female crotches. If you liked the first Ghost in the Shell book then this is not going to disappoint.
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