His vision crawled with ghost hieroglyphs, translucent lines of symbols arranging themselves against the neutral backdrop of the bunker wall. He looked at the backs of his hands, saw faint neon molecules crawling beneath the skin, ordered by the unknowable code. He raised his right hand and moved it experimentally. It left a faint, fading trail of strobed afterimages.
William GibsonFramtiden är här', hör Cayce sig själv säga 'och tittar bakåt mot oss. Försöker bli klok på den fiktion vi kommer att ha blivit. Och ur deras synvinkel kommer vårt förflutna inte alls att se ut som det förflutna vi själva föreställer oss nu.
Jag vet bara att den enda konstanten i historien är förändring: det förflutna förändras. Vår version av dåtiden kommer att intressera framtiden i ungefär samma utsträckning som vi är intresserade av den dåtid som viktorianerna trodde på. Den kommer helt enkelt inte att te sig särskilt betydelsefull.
The future is there... looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become.
William GibsonTag: future
There must always be room for coincidence, Win had maintained. When there's not, you're probably well into apophenia, each thing then perceived as part of an overarching pattern of conspiracy. And while comforting yourself with the symmetry of it all, he'd believed, you stood all too real a chance of missing the genuine threat, which was invariably less symmetrical, less perfect. But which he always...took for granted was there.
William GibsonMisero un segugio esplosivo sulle tracce di Turner a Nuova Delhi, sintonizzato sui suoi feromoni e sul colore dei capelli. Lo raggiunse in una strada chiamata Chandni Chauk, e si lanciò verso la sua BMW noleggiata, fra una selva di gambe nude e brune e ruote di tassì a pedale. Il nucleo era costituito da un chilogrammo di esogene ricristallizzato e TNT in scaglie.
Turner non lo vide arrivare. L'ultima cosa che vide dell'India fu la facciata rosa di un posto che si chiamava Khush-Oil Hotel.
Paranoia, he said, was fundamentally egocentric, and every conspiracy theory served in some way to aggrandize the believer.
But he was also fond of saying, at other times, that even paranoid schizophrenics have enemies.
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.
It was the root of street cool, too, the knowing posture that implied connection, invisible lines up to the hidden levels of influence.
William GibsonCase shuffled into the nearest door and watched the other passengers as he rode. A pair of predatory-looking Christian Scientists were edging toward a trio of young office techs who wore idealized holographic vaginas on their wrists, wet pink glittering under the harsh lighting. The techs licked their perfect lips nervously and eyed the Christian Scientists from beneath lowered metallic lids. The girls looked like tall, exotic grazing animals, swaying gracefully and unconsciously with the movement of the train, their high heels like polished hooves against the gray metal of the car’s floor. Before they could stampede, take flight from the missionaries, the train reached Case’s station.
William GibsonTag: scifi science-fiction
Some very considerable part of the gestural language of public places that had once belonged to cigarettes now belonged to phones.
William GibsonTag: cigarettes cellphones
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