Quotes About Technology

Case, you want the fifth socket from the left, top panel. There's adaptor plugs in the cabinet under the console. Needs Ono-Sendai twenty-point into Hitachi forty.

Guys, I'm gonna pretend like all of you are incapacitated or unconscious. And if none of you makes a move, I'll be leaving you to your own resources. Otherwise, this drone's detonating its onboard explosives. As the only one of us who's not physically present, I've got zero fucks to give about how that goes. Your call. [Conner]

The future is here, it's just not widely distributed yet.

Jimmy laughed. The thing was a computer terminal, he said. It could talk. And not in a synth-voice, but with a beautiful arrangement of gears and miniature organ pipes. It was a baroque thing for anyone to have constructed, a perverse thing, because synth-voice chips cost next to nothing.

carbon ribbon. There were

THE JAPANESE HAD already forgotten more neurosurgery than the Chinese had ever known. The black clinics of Chiba were the cutting edge, whole bodies of technique supplanted monthly, and still they couldn't repair the damage he'd suffered in that Memphis hotel.

and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. .

money, more than birth. Information. Very

Some very considerable part of the gestural language of public places, that had once belonged to cigarettes, now belonged to phones.

El cielo sobre el puerto era del color de un canal desintonizado en la pantalla de una televisión.

No," said Madison, "not given the immediate future you're trying to keep us from.

None of their voices were real, even; it was all digital stuff. God-eater could just as well be a woman, or three different people, or all three of the ones he'd seen there might've been just one person.

That printer'll only be the thirty-third in this state.

ADVENTURE CAPITALISTS

What they don't tell you is that it's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information. Fragments that can be retrieved, amplified .

and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. . . .

Home was BAMA, the Sprawl, the Boston-Atlanta Metropolitan Axis.

For thousands of years men dreamed of pacts with demons. Only now are such things possible. And what would you be paid with? What would your price be, for aiding this thing to free itself and grow?

THE MATRIX HAS its roots in primitive arcade games," said the voice-over, "in early graphics programs and military experimentation with cranial jacks.

Cyberspace slid into existence from the cardinal points. Smooth, he thought, but not smooth enough.

But I ain't likely to write you no poem, if you follow me. Your AI, it just might. But it ain't no way human.

Rather than plug a piece of hardware into our gray matter, how much more elegant to extract some brain cells, plop them into a Petri dish, and graft on various sorts of gelatinous computing goo. Slug it all back into the skull and watch it run on blood sugar, the way a human brain's supposed to. Get all the functions and features you want, without that clunky-junky twentieth-century hardware thing.

He could have anything in there," Gentry said, pausing to look down at the unconscious face. He spun on his heel and began his pacing again. "A world. Worlds. Any number of personality-constructs Ã¢â'¬Â¦

true home of a generation of completely uninhibited technophiles. She was talking about those odds and ends of "futuristic" Thirties and Forties architecture you pass daily in American cities without noticing;