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Conspiracy theory's got to be simple. Sense doesn't come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever's supposed to be behind the conspiracy.
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What Shaylene saw as Burton's primary symptom of traumatic stress, Flynne thought, was his ongoing failure to ask her out.
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And this other evening light, rainy, rose and silver, and to her left a river the color of cold lead. Dark tumble of city, towers in the distance, few lights.
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Her fingers found a random second stud and she was catapulted through the static wall, into cluttered vastness, the notional void of cyberspace, the bright grid of the matrix ranged around her like an infinite cage.
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Beyond ego, beyond personality, beyond awareness, he moved, Kuang moving with him, evading his attackers with an ancient dance, Hideo's dance, grace of the mind-body interface granted him, in that second, by the clarity and singleness of his wish to die.
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William Gibson |
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Had me this boy once. You kinda remind me . . ." She turned and surveyed the corridor. "Johnny, his name was."
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William Gibson |
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The pop star, as we knew her" - and here he bowed slightly, in her direction - "was actually an artefact of preubiquitous media." "Of -?" "Of a state in which 'mass' media existed, if you will, within the world." "As opposed to?" "Comprising it."
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There is always a point at which the terrorist ceases to manipulate the media gestalt. A point at which the violence may well escalate, but beyond which the terrorist has become symptomatic of the media gestalt itself. Terrorism as we ordinarily understand it is innately media-related. The Panther Moderns differ from other terrorists precisely in their degree of self-consciousness, in their awareness of the extent to which media divorce the..
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William Gibson |
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It's like wearing your cock ring to meet the pope, and making sure he sees it.
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William Gibson |
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All fiction, whether straight or genre, whether literature or Literature, is a personal reinterpretation of its writers' existence during the time the fiction was written.
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William Gibson |
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How it was, when you lost things, it was like you only knew for the first time that you'd ever had them. (...) You didn't wake up every morning and say yes and yes to every little thing. But little things were what it was all made of. Or just somebody to see, there, when you woke up.
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William Gibson |
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Homo sapiens is about pattern recognition, he says. Both a gift and a trap.
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William Gibson |
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He sat on the bed for a long time, savoring the new thing, the treasure. Rage.
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William Gibson |
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He'd lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he'd almost forgotten what real fear was.
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William Gibson |
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The Ono-Sendai; next year's most expensive Hosaka computer; a Sony monitor; a dozen disks of corporate-grade ice; a Braun coffeemaker.
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William Gibson |
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Case gradually became aware of the music that pulsed constantly through the cluster. It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalized pop;
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William Gibson |
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let us go somewhere where we can do some genuine, blackguard, poverty-stricken drinking, with no false gingerbread glitter thrown over everything!
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William Gibson |
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A sense of the Finn's presence surrounded him, smell of Cuban cigarettes, smoke locked in musty tweed, old machines given up to the mineral rituals of rust.
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William Gibson |
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Most of the girls held a single candle, and the combined glow danced among the tear-streaked faces. They were so young, these girls: children. Kathy Torrance had particularly loathed that about Lo/Rez, the way their fan-base had refreshed itself over the years with a constant stream of pubescent recruits, girls who fell in love with Rez in the endless present of the net, where he could still be the twenty-year-old of his earliest hits.
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William Gibson |
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You're from the future, Mr Netherton?" "Not exactly," he said. "I'm in the future that would result from my not being here. But since I am, it isn't your future. Here."
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They'd run all these tests on him and decided he wasn't racist. He wasn't, either, but not because he thought about it particularly. He just couldn't see the point. It just made for a lot of hassle, being that way, so why be that way? Nobody was going to go back and live where they lived before, were they, and if they did (he vaguely suspected) there wouldn't be any Mongolian barbecue and maybe we'd all be listening to Pentecostal Metal and..
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William Gibson |
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maverick techs who liked earning danger money and had proven they could keep their mouths shut.
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William Gibson |
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burgeoning technologies require outlaw zones, that Night City wasn't there for its inhabitants, but as a deliberately unsupervised playground for technology itself.
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They'd started out as a church, or in a church, not liking anyone being gay or getting abortions or using birth control. Protesting military funerals, which was a thing. Basically they were just assholes, though, and took it as the measure of God's satisfaction with them that everybody else thought they were assholes.
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Singaporeans seemed generally quite loathe to discuss these more intimate policies of government with a curious foreign visitor who was more than twice as tall as the average human, and who sweated slowly but continuously, like and aged cheese.
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She held out her hands, palms up, the white fingers lightly spread, and with a barely audible click, ten double-edged, four-centimeter scalpel blades slid from their housings beneath the burgundy nails. She smiled. The blades slowly withdrew.
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William Gibson |
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Know what's worse than imaginary, Leon?
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He gestured for it to sit. The bench vibrated briefly in anticipation, shedding drops of rain. The peripheral sat.
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William Gibson |
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Horror. The spiral birth factory, stepped terraces of the hatching cells, blind jaws of the unborn moving ceaselessly, the staged progress from egg to larva, near-wasp, wasp.
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William Gibson |
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It's about atemporality. About opting out of the industrialization of novelty. It's about deeper code.
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William Gibson |
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Those fuckers," Janice said, meaning the football players, "they get me doing hate Kegels."
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She looks after him, feeling a wave of longing, loneliness. Not sexual particularly but to do with the nature of cities, the thousands of strangers you pass in a day, probably never to see again.
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terror should remain the sole prerogative of the state.
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William Gibson |
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The zipper hung, caught, as he opened the French fatigues, the coils of toothed nylon clotted with salt. He broke it, some tiny metal parts shooting off against the wall of salt-rotten cloth gave, then was in her, effecting the transmission of the old message. Here, even here, in a place he knew for what it was, a coded model of some stranger's memory, the drive held.
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William Gibson |
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The charges have to do with conspiracy to augment an artificial intelligence.
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William Gibson |
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History had already done the really messy work, when Wintermute found him, sifting him out of all of the war's ripe detritus, gliding into the man's flat gray field of consciousness like a water spider crossing the face of some stagnant pool,
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William Gibson |
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I have already told you of the sickness and confusion that comes with time travelling. --H. G. WELLS
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William Gibson |
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He robbed a bank in Wichita.
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William Gibson |
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She was big on patination. That was how quality wore in, she said, as opposed to out. Distressing, on the other hand, was the faking of patination, and was actually a way of concealing a lack of quality.
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William Gibson |
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But did it wake, Kumiko wondered, when the alley was empty? Did its laser vision scan the silent fall of midnight snow?
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William Gibson |
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Heidi's room looked like the aftermath of a not-very-successful airplane bombing. Something that blew open every suitcase in the luggage compartment without bringing the plane down.
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William Gibson |
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Ghosts are nothing if not capricious.
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William Gibson |
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a chronic malcontent, albeit quite a purposeless one.
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William Gibson |
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There was a brass plate mounted on the door at eye level, so old that the lettering that had once been engraved there had been reduced to a spidery, unreadable code, the name of some long dead function or functionary, polished into oblivion.
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William Gibson |