||[Jun. 8th, 2014|11:20 am]
A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading
nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the
corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in
his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless
void... The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the
Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cow-
boy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the
dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo,
and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the
dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands
clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fin-
gers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there.
Is that how it felt, sleeping in one? :-)
WAIT HOW DO YOU KNOW EACH OTHER
I think nibot
left some comments on your blog at some point, and I went, "Hm, he sounds interesting" and friended him. ;-)
Oh! Glad to have played a part in some collapsing waveform of disenchanted academics meeting and greeting.
And yes, nibot
is interesting. And cute, too, but don't tell him I said that.
That book has aged shockingly well.
I think I didn't realize how much it is inspired by real-life Tokyo. I didn't realize that things like capsule hotels really existed. It's fun to read it now with the real Tokyo in mind.http://project.cyberpunk.ru/lib/neuromancer/