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30 views"This is Colin," Bobby said, climbing in beside her."And you know the Finn." "She never guessed, huh?" the Finn asked, putting the car in gear."No," Bobby said, "I don't think so." The young man named Colin was smiling at her."The aleph is an approximation of the matrix," he said, "a sort of model of cyberspace.
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11 views"That's the one with the kids in it." She took off her goggles, and Korolev saw her eyes brimming over with a wonderful lunacy."Well," said Andy, rattling his toolbelt, "you feel like showing us around?" Cyberpunk is a science fiction genre noted for its focus on "high tech and low life".[1] The name is a portmanteau of cybernetics and punk and was originally coined by Bruce Bethke as the title of his short story "Cyberpunk", published in 1983.[2] It features advanced science, such as information technology and cybernetics, coupled with a degree of breakdown or radical change in the social order.[3] Cyberpunk plots often center on a conflict among hackers, artificial intelligences, and megacorporations, and tend to be set in a near-future Earth, rather than the far-future settings or galactic vistas found in novels such as Isaac Asimov's Foundation or Frank Herbert's Dune.[4] The settings are usually post-industrial dystopias but tend to be marked by extraordinary cultural ferment and the use of technology in ways never anticipated by its creators ("the street finds its own uses for things").[5] Much of the genre's atmosphere echoes film noir, and written works in the genre often use techniques from detective fiction.[6] William Gibson's Sprawl trilogy novels are famous early cyberpunk novels."Classic cyberpunk characters were marginalized, alienated loners who lived on the edge of society in generally dystopic futures where daily life was impacted by rapid technological change, an ubiquitous datasphere of computerized information, and invasive modification of the human body." - Lawrence Person[7] I put the shotgun in an Adidas bag and padded it out with four pairs of tennis socks, not my style at all, but that was what I was aiming for: If they think you're crude, go technical; if they think you're technical, go crude.I'm a very technical boy.
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2 viewsHe woke to a stiff wind spitting the winter's first snow through Factory's empty windows.He lay there and thought about the problem of the Judge's buzzsaw, how the wrist tended to cripple up whenever he went to slash through something heavier than a sheet of chipboard.His original plan for the hand had called for articulated fingers, each one tipped with a miniature electric chainsaw, but the concept had lost favor for a number of reasons.Electricity, somehow, just wasn't satisfying; it wasn't physical enough.
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3 viewsWorst thing was waking up with a bad head, too sick to move, when she'd come in crashing and forgotten to retape the black plastic, hard sun to show her all the little details and heat the air so the flies could get going.Nobody ever grabbed her, back in Cleveland; anybody numb enough to reach through that field was already too drunk to move, maybe to breathe.The tricks never grabbed her either, not unless they'd squared it with Eddy, paid extra, and that was just pretend.Whichever way they wanted it, it got to be a kind of ritual, so it seemed to happen in a place outside your life.
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6 viewsKeep her on the antibiotics and off stimulants; her immune system isn't all it could be." Then Prior again, but she still couldn't catch it.Opened her eyes but there was only the ceiling, white squares of acoustic tile.Turned her head to the left.White plastic wall with one of those fake windows, hi-rez animation of a beach with palm trees and waves; watch the water long enough and you'd see the same waves rolling in, looped, forever.
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2 viewsHe vanished.She fastened her seatbelt, glanced at the thing, hesitated, then picked it up again."First time in London, then?" he asked, swirling in from the periphery of her vision.She nodded in spite of herself."You don't mind flying? Doesn't frighten you?" She shook her head, feeling ridiculous."Never mind," the ghost said.
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2 views..The house was vast, old, unlike any house she'd seen before, but the car swung past it, then passed several smaller buildings, coming at last to the edge of a smooth broad field.There were gliders tethered there, translucent membrane drawn taut over fragile-looking frames of polycarbon.
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2 viewsOpened her eyes but there was only the ceiling, white squares of acoustic tile.Turned her head to the left.White plastic wall with one of those fake windows, hi-rez animation of a beach with palm trees and waves; watch the water long enough and you'd see the same waves rolling in, looped, forever.Except the thing was broken or worn out, a kind of hesitation in the waves, and the red of the sunset pulsed like a bad fluorescent tube.
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2 viewsThat to whom he would barter his child was not yet manifest.Soon the man Case would come to bring that union, however brief, however timeless.But you know this." "Where is Legba now?" "Legba-ati-Bon -- as you have known him -- waits to be." "No," remembering Beauvoir's words long ago, in New Jersey, "the loa came out of Africa in the first times..
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1 viewsThey said we'd never make it living in the balloons, but we were the only ones who could make them work.It was our one chance to get out here on our own.Who'd want to live out here for the sake of some government, some army brass, a bunch of pen pushers? You have to want a frontier want it in your bones, right?" Korolev smiled.Andy grinned back.
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2 viewsRain washed the cover off.Guess they just gave up and started dumping more shit on it.Can't drink the water out there; fulla PCBs and everything else." "What about those rabbits Bird-boy goes hunting for?" "They're west of here.You don't see 'em on the Solitude.
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8 viewsEach time the preacher came around, he was about to say something, but he never did.She knew it wouldn't stop unless she got up and got her mind onto something else.She crawled off the bed and stood there looking at Michael in the gray glow from the skylight.Rapture.
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