cyberpunk

Alex thrust her hand and half her arm into the labyrinth of light. Her stare blanked, and in the halo of the matrix her eyes and glyphs blazed so radiantly she looked as if she were being consumed by a primordial fire.__he just stuck her hand into Machim Command__ central server matrix!__aleb smiled, watching on in blatant awe. __he does that.

Narrow, angular features, pouty lips and hatred-filled pale, washed-out blue irises glared back at him.Caleb flashed the young man a malevolent smirk and readied his blade. __ude Winslow, I presume.

You look like you__e been on a month-long bender. Have you?___o, Ken, I have not. I__e just had a long week._ Walked the streets of a city bathed in blood and stood amid a hundred thousand corpses. Negotiated a three-way peace treaty among opposing factions of a warring alien species who__ previously held me captive. Bullied the Metigen leadership into doing my bidding. Found out we__e not the real humans, and the real humans are currently enslaving the real universe. Oh, and I think I__ addicted to my ship. How was your week? __othing a shower and some food won__ fix.

The future is unwritten. there are best case scenarios. There are worst-case scenarios. both of them are great fun to write about if you' re a science fiction novelist, but neither of them ever happens in the real world. What happens in the real world is always a sideways-case scenario. World-changing marvels to us, are only wallpaper to our children.

You can't hack your destiny, brute force...you need a back door, a side channel into Life.

With an evermore increase of industrialisation machine stops being merely a tool, develops a life of its own and imposes its rhythm onto human. Operating it he moves mechanically, becomes part of the machine.

I saw them do it. Chip vandals. Right there on Commerce, behind the main road...They cut his head open. They know I watched.

I__ been an outcast my entire life. Growing up with technophobe parents in the dawn of a Cyborg Age did that to a person.

Yesterday, here in the middle of the City, I saw a wolf turn into a Russian ex-gymnast and hand over a business card that read YOUR OWN PERSONAL TRANSHUMAN SECURITY WHORE! STERILIZED INNARDS! ACCEPTS ALL CREDIT CARDS to a large man who had trained attack cancers on his face and possessed seventy-five indentured Komodo Dragons instead of legs. And they had sex. Right in front of me. And six of the Komodo Dragons spat napalm on my new shoes.

That__ sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something_real._ Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. __eal love, real friends, real body parts_

Nin knew how much humans loved money, riches, and material things__hough he never really could understand why. The more technologically advanced the human species got, the more isolated they seemed to become, at the same time. It was alarming, how humans could spend entire lifetimes engaged in all kinds of activities, without getting any closer to knowing who they really were, inside.

The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

Life seemed ideal to him right then, and he was happy for the first time in a long time, and it felt like the sun was shining from his heart." - from the novel Brainjob by David Sloma.

Friends are the family you choose (~ Nin/Ithilnin, Elven rogue).

What use was time to those who'd soon achieve Digital Immortality?

Oyin Da__ mind is as elegant as a French horn, thoughts moving in whorls and evoking fresh mint leaves.

Feel no regret for roses, autumn too has its delights...How could she say that? Didn't she see that for us there could never be autumn, that we could never sit, as anyone else could sit, beside the fire all day on Sundays in November; that September's leaves, that fall for man and beast alike, were not our leaves to walk in; that October storms would never find us sharing an umbrella? The love of spring had thrived on wine and candles; now in the August of our lives, we needed newspapers and comfortable chairs. But it was impossible. No autumn--only a cold wind that blew through our summer, freezing the leaves in their places before they could motley and fall.

Never been here before. It's like something on the top floor of a luxury high-rise casino in Atlantic City, where they put semi-retarded adults from South Philly after they've blundered into the mega jackpot" Hiro Protagonist - Snow Crash