Quotes About Technology

Lucas knows, yeah. The last seven, eight years, there's been funny stuff out there, out on the console cowboy circuit. The new jockeys, they make deals with things, don't they, Lucas? Yeah, you bet I know; they still need the hard and the soft, and they still gotta be faster than snakes on ice, but all of 'em, all the ones who really know how to cut it, they got allies, don't they, Lucas?

The color of its skin reminded him of Zone's whores;

mechanical watches partake of what my friend John Clute calls the Tamagotchi Gesture. They're pointless in a peculiarly needful way; they're comforting precisely because they require tending.

poor Byron, whose car had been run over by an autopiloted eighteen-wheeler on Valentine's Day, about

Far more creativity, today, goes into marketing of products than into the products themselves

Interface evolves toward transparency. The one you have to devote the least conscious effort to, survives, prospers.

Centered in the square carpet of green plastic turf, a Japanese teenager sat behind a C-shaped console, reading a textbook. The white fiberglass coffins were racked in a framework of industrial scaffolding. Six tiers of coffins, ten coffins on a side.

Case turned back, in time to catch the briefest flash of a black rose, its petals sheened like leather, the black stem thorned with bright chrome.

You could buy a burrito there, a lottery ticket, batteries, tests for various diseases. You could do voice-mail, e-mail, send faxes. It had occurred to Laney that this was probably the only store for miles that sold anything that anyone ever really needed; the others all sold things that he couldn't even imagine wanting.

She's a surprisingly advanced product of the early militarization of machine intelligence

He saw Case and smiled, his teeth a webwork of East European steel and brown decay.

ha visto lo que Laney puede hacer con los datos, y lo que éstos a su vez pueden hacer con él. No desea verlo otra vez

As they worked, Case gradually became aware of the music that pulsed constantly through the cluster. It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalised pop; it was worship, Molly said, and a sense of community.

abs you could do laundry on, the

A few letter-writers had taken refuge in doorways, their old voiceprinters wrapped in sheets of clear plastic, evidence that the written word still enjoyed a certain prestige here.

The future is already here – it's just not very evenly distributed.

Case gasped as his internal organs were pulled into a different configuration.

The courier presses his forehead against layers of glass, argon, high-impact plastic. He watches a gunship traverse the city's middle distance like a hunting wasp, death slung beneath its thorax in a smooth black pod.

drug deficiency." It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese.

Not that I know of. He had this idea that it was gone, sort of; not gone gone, but gone into everything, the whole matrix. Like it wasn't in cyberspace anymore, it just was.

The future is already here — it's just not very evenly distributed.

But he also saw a certain sense in the notion that burgeoning technologies require outlaw zones, that Night City wasn't there for its inhabitants, but as a deliberately unsupervised playground for technology itself.

Every AI ever built has an electromagnetic shotgun wired to its forehead.' Case

It always makes me uncomfortable," Netherton said, "to see them learn they're in a stub. And then they all immediately assume we're from their future.