Kurt Vonnegut makes a cameo in a book about a failed writer who only has one fan, and this fan believes all the writers books are written for him - to the point of inspiring to run amok killing people.
This one was pretty dark. In fact most Vonnegut is dark - it’s just that he nails ‘naivety’ as a style that you don’t react to how horrific the story is, until you finish the book :)
Better summary ➝ ”In a frolic of cartoon and comic outbursts against rule and reason, a miraculous weaving of science fiction, memoir, parable, fairy tale and farce, Kurt Vonnegut attacks the whole spectrum of American society, releasing some of his best-loved literary creations on the scene.”
And here, according to Trout, was the reason human beings could not reject ideas because they were bad: “Ideas on Earth were badges on friendship or enmity. Their content did not matter. Friends agreed with friends, in order to express friendliness. Enemies disagreed with enemies, in order to express enmity.
“The ideas Earthlings held didn’t matter for hundreds of thousands of years, since they couldn’t do much about them anyway. Ideas might as well be badges as anything.
“They even had a saying about the futility of ideas: ‘If wishes were horses, begars would ride.’
“And then Earthlings discovered tools. Suddenly agreeing with friends could be a form of suicide or worse. But agreements went on, not for the sake of common decency or self-preservation, but for friendliness.
“Earthlings went on being friendly, when they should have been thinking instead. And when they built computers to do some thinking for them, they designed them so much for wisdom as for friendliness. So they were doomed. Homicidal beggars could ride.”
"When Winston Niles Rumfoord flies his spaceship into a chrono-synclastic infundibulum he is converted into pure energy and only materializes when his waveforms intercept Earth or some other planet. But at least, as a consolation, he now knows everything that has ever happened and everything that ever will be."
— : Dematerialisation, religious mockery, alien abductions, giant dogs & pain inducing control mechanisms. As well as human armies from Mars and an alien who has been waiting 200,000 years for a spare part for his grounded spacecraft…
The big trouble with dumb bastards is that they are too dumb to believe there is such a thing as being smart.
The Earthlings behaved at all times as though there were a big eye in the sky—as though that big eye were ravenous for entertainment.
Mercenaries, hackers on their first runs, government grade ICE breakers, all sorts of wetware - people that can jack into ‘the matrix’ without specialist equipment - and the rise of the Voodoo gods of cyberspace.
Because he had a good agent, he had a good contract. Because he had a good contract, he was in Singapore an hour after the explosion.
Most of him, anyway.
… … . .
Heavy icebreakers are kind of funny to deal in, even for the big boys. You know why?
Because ICE, all the hard stuff, the walls around every major store of data in the matrix, is always the product of an AI, an artificial intelligence.
Nothing else is fast enough to weave good ice and constantly alter and update it. So when a really powerful icebreaker shows up on the black market, there are already a couple of very dicey factors in play. Like for starts, where did the product come from?
Nine times out of ten, it came from an AI, and Ais are constantly screened, mainly by the Turing people, to make sure they don’t get too smart.
8 years after Count Zero. Razorgirl is back. Kidnapped hookers, SimStim stars hooked on designer drugs, Artificial Intelligences play god with people, The Count is under.
Having seen how it all ends, I think it might be worth revisiting Neuromancer someday to view it with more experienced eyes
The myth form is usually encountered in one of two modes.
One mode assumes that the cyberspace matrix is inhabited, or perhaps visited, by entities whose characteristics correspond with the primary myth form of a ‘hidden people.’ The other involves assumptions of omniscience, omnipotence, and incomprehensibility on the part of the matrix itself.
That the matrix is God?
In a manner of speaking, although it would be more accurate, in terms of the mythform, to say that the matrix has a God, since this being’s omniscience and omnipotence are assumed to be limited to the matrix.
The birth of cyberspace - Gibson takes you through the story of a heist, achieved through ROMS, SimStims, drug addled cyber mercenaries, organ clinics via 80’s neon retro futurism.
What’s not to like?
Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button.
Stop hustling and you sank without a trace, but move a little too swiftly and you’d break the fragile surface tension of the black market; either way, you were gone, with nothing left of you […] though heart or lungs or kidneys might survive in the service of some stranger with New Yen for the clinic tanks.