THE YEAR IS 2008AD, AND THE WORLD WAS IN THE THROES OF another 70s revival. Nobody knew how or why it all began. That is the least of humanity's problems, however. Reality itself seems to be breaking down, to the dismay of scientists, corporate titans and the ruling elites that have lorded it over the existing structure for countless eons. Secret agent Cassius Croon is hired to investigate a series of particularly bizarre events around the planet. They suspect he is the One.
Actually, he is the None.
Hip Hop is music about music. Quentin Tarantino's films are movies about movies. The Cassius Croon Implosion, meanwhile, is a novel about music, films, and other novels. When I first started it, the story was intended to be an alternative future. Now it has become an alternative past, or a mad flowering of alternative realities on a parallel brane. It is a postmodern pastiche, and hopefully interactive as time goes by. There are no remixes, but "edits".
Dedicated to Marcel Proust, James Joyce, and all my other soul brothers and sisters.
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