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I'll find a new place to be from -Phoebe Bridgers
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"A dream long lost in the compulsive effort to fill space, to replicate some family image of self."
William Gibson- Neuromancer.
The emotions get lost in the net, jumbled in the code, and then projected out on the screens distorted like the reflection in a fun house mirror until I can't tell what feelings are my own anymore.
"Put on the new flesh, like borrowed gloves, and burn your fingers once again." -Richard K Morgan
"Do I love you, or do I just want to love you so bad I can't tell the difference?" -James S.A. Corey. The Expanse Book 1.
"Somewhere, very close, the laugh that wasn't laughter.
He never saw Molly again." - Neuromancer, William Gibson.
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He took a drag off his cigarette and looked loningy out the window.
"Is it everything you imagined it'd be?" She whispered softly from the bed next to him.
He looked around the room. It was beautiful, best that Soma Corp money could buy. So much more than a gutter rat like him deserved. He racked his brain thinking about it. This was it: the money, the tech, the respect. It was everything he'd ever wanted. People like him died for this. He had literally killed for this. So why did it all feel so hollow? Why did this room feel as far away from reality as it was from the ground?
"No, he whispered. I fucking hate this city"
"But it loves you, that's why you keep coming back." She said with only the slightest bit of scorn in her voice.
He looked across the room at the hardware on the table. His body armor and rifle and her deck and trodes stared at him the way he stared at the city. In a few hours, none of this would matter, and nothing would probably ever matter again.
"Whether it loves me or not, I'm gonna burn it all down." He said taking his last drag.
Secure your soul.
I scream at the screen, try and will a piece of my anger and rage into the silicon. I ask the net how it can connect me with everyone in the world, and yet I feel so alone. I demand to know how it can show me all the world's atrocities, knowing I can't fix them all.
I pound my fist on the keyboard and demand to know why I feel this way. Who's fault it is, but the black void of the blank screen offers no answers, no remorse. Just a reflection of my own face.
When they ask how I died. tell them: Still Angry.
-Quellcrist Falconer
From Altered Carbon by Richard K. Morgan.
If I'd known the last time I saw you would be the last, I would have thought of something more meaningful to say.
Yea so just finished Signalis. This game is beautiful, and traumatizing.