Greetings, Ladies and Gentlemen!
You wake up in a cramped dirty room, its ceiling weighing upon your aching head, dusty carpets covered with spots of colophony and oil. You can't remember what happened to you the day before - just a couple of sharp flashes of dull pain bolts punching your shivering mind to the corners of your skull; you just remember bringing a couple of soft modules in dark plastic among with set of beer cans, papers with drugs in it, thick books on ancient programming languages... You stand up from the floor, scanning the mess of your lair - the terminal in the corner is still hot, a set of trodes scattered throughout the floor. Suddenly, you feel that all too familiar sensation in the corners of your consiouness - the predictory, the excuse of danger unfolding behind your back. That ICE nearly fried you. You pick up your belongings and rush out to the crowded city, cold autumn wind blowing your bare brain through those damned plugs implanted onto your neck, gripping your treasure - the cyberspace connection unit - with your atrificial arms; you know that soon they will be there, searching for you. You run, and you know you can't hide from the System; you may go to the orbit, but you have no credits to do this; you're doomed... Realising that there is no other choice, you sit in the dark corner of the street, plugging the cyber interface to the public communications, put the trodes on and dive into the endless gemoetric chaos of the Matrix - your native land, the world where you're invincible...
William Gibson was a genius of his generation; a tired romantic who got disappointed with this world feeding on money flows, who took the idea of computer revolution and turned it into grotesque nightmare of a dark doomed world, where only a person with a free spirit and sharp mind could survive. The hymn for the Information, his "Neuromancer" trilogy - "Neuromancer", "Count Zero" and "Mona Lisa Overdrive" - is something that every computer-loving freak like me should know.
I'm just curious - what do you think about the cyberpunk genre at all and about Gibson's works?
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Dr. Sinc
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We'll live and see, in case if we're gonna live. --Sinc
Amuse the reality, and it will amuse you in return! --Sinc again
Soon this world will be mine! --Evil Genius's Prayer
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