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A fateful encounter with a mineral girl. Encased in a clear, crystalline coffin, she resembles the beautiful sleeping beauty, only this time it is not a kiss that awakens the fair maiden.
The otaku, the passionate obsessive, the information age's embodiment of the connoisseur, more concerned with the accumulation of data than of objects, seems a natural crossover figure in today's interface of cultures. There is something profoundly post-national about it, extra-geographic. By Otaku, For Everyone