Mirrorshades: The Cyberpunk Anthology

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But the rest of it was relentlessly tacky: ephemeral stuff extruded by the collective American subconscious of the Thirties, tending mostly to survive along depressing strips lined with dusty motels, mattress wholesalers, and small used-car lots. Content is available under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike unless otherwise noted.

The Eighties are an era of reassessment, of integration, of hybridized influences, of old notions shaken loose and reinterpreted with a new sophistication, a broader perspective. Meanwhile, cyberpunk's ripples continue to spread, exciting some, challenging others—and outraging a few, whose pained remonstrances are not yet fully heard.Ebooks fulfilled through Glose cannot be printed, downloaded as PDF, or read in other digital readers (like Kindle or Nook).

The tools of global integration—the satellite media net, the multinational corporation—fascinate the cyberpunks and figure constantly in their work. Behind him, under the laser light of a Blaupunkt holestage, people a foot high chattered about the war in Thailand and how lucky the United States had been to escape another Vietnam. BookTrackr highlights the books you've read, your favorites, what you're reading now and what you want to read next.You can see this in Gibson’s 1982 short story Burning Chrome, which makes the connection between cyberpunk and chromium through the image in its title of liquid chrome. And looked up to see a twelve-engined thing like a bloated boomerang, all wing, thrumming its way east with an elephantine grace, so low that I could count the rivets in its dull silver skin, and hear—maybe—the echo of jazz.

Literary tags carry an odd kind of double obnoxiousness: those with a label feel pigeonholed; those without feel neglected. It was prime Downes country; too much of the Dream there, and too many fragments of the Dream waiting to snare me. His words were bright and hollow as the pitch in some Chamber of Commerce brochure, and I knew that he believed in them absolutely. I blog both over at my own blog, the River of Gods entry is a touch long (I was back from holiday with time on my hands, what can I say? The narration jumps forward a week, and resumes with them in bed together in Versailles palace after a week of "obsessive carnality".He’d tried them, and there was no way they were going to admit responsibility for the monster in his head. And as I moved among these secret ruins, I found myself wondering what the inhabitants of that lost future would think of the world I lived in. No counterculture Earth Mother gave us lysergic acid - it came from a Sandoz lab, and when it escaped it ran through society like wildfire.