Quotes About Technology

True that you've got your own whole other body, up there?" "More or less. Somebody built it, but you couldn't tell." "True that you've got your own whole other body, up there?" "More or less. Somebody built it, but you couldn't tell." "Look like you?" "No," Flynne said, "prettier and tittier." "Go on," Clovis said, pull the other one.

Un futuro invadido por microprocesadores, en el que la información es la materia prima.

it's somehow gone sideways in a puff of what we today would call globalization, to be replaced by some less dangerous combine of large corporations and city-states.

The Chinese virus has completely penetrated the fabric of the Hosaka. There's nothing in the Hosaka but virus now.

The result of hybridization of two lines of military research. One toward uploading aspects of human consciousness, the other toward an expert system focused on a particular sort of warfare.

The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel.

subgenres are products of the writers' urgent necessity to avoid tangling with a realistic

Neuromancer] is about the present. It's not really about an imagined future. It's a way of trying to come to terms with the awe and terror inspired […] by the world in which we live.

The social and political naivete of modern corporate boffins is frightening, they read me and just take bits, all the cute technology, and miss about fifteen levels of irony.

Not sentient, yet as Lowbeer had pointed out, effortlessly anthropomorphized. An anthropomorph, really, to be disanthropomorphized.

Arleigh's van smelled like long-chain monomers and warm electronics.

it seemed that it was changing subtly, cooking itself down under the pressure of time, silent invisible flakes settling to form a mulch, a crystalline essence of discarded technology, flowering secretly in the Sprawl's waste places.

está cambiando las cosas. Redistribuye el poder a su conveniencia. Información. Poder. Datos duros y puros. Pon la cantidad suficiente en manos de un solo hombre y...

So now, in her day, he said, they were headed into androgenic, systemic, multiplex, seriously bad shit, like she sort of already knew, figured everybody did, except for people who still said it wasn't happening, and those people were mostly expecting the Second Coming anyway.

For Case, who'd lived for the bodiless exultation of cyberspace, it was the Fall.

Spire stood on spire in gleaming ziggurat steps that climbed to a central golden temple tower ringed with the crazy radiator flanges of the Mongo gas stations.

With his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he stared through the glass at a flat lozenge of vatgrown flesh that lay on a carved pedestal of imitation jade.

I remember the people I've heard complain about the very texture of digital images, filmless film: how it lacks richness, depth. I've heard the same thing said about CDs. Someone once told me that it was Mark Twain who turned in the first typewritten manuscript, and this was generally thought to be a Bad Thing: Work composed on a machine would naturally lack richness, depth.

ancient television and withdrew a silver-black vacuum tube. "See this? Part of my DNA, sort of. . . ." He tossed the thing into the shadows and Case heard it pop and tinkle. "You're always building models. Stone circles. Cathedrals. Pipe-organs. Adding machines.

the expensive-looking thing in her hand resembled a cross between a miniature oar and an orthopedic brace. She was off for a fast game of something, but Case had no idea what.

Lupus Yonderboy

She'd yet to see a book in any Bigendian environment. He was a creature of screens, of bare expanses of desk or table, empty shelves. He owned, as far as she knew, no art. In some way, she suspected, he regarded it as competition, noise to his signal.

it began to be noted that the Wig had gone over the edge. Specifically, the Finn said, the Wig had become convinced that God lived in cyberspace, or perhaps that cyberspace was God, or some new manifestation of same. The Wig's ventures into theology tended to be marked by major paradigm shifts, true leaps of faith.

Japan Air's orbital terminus was a white toroid studded with domes and ringed with the dark-rimmed oval openings of docking bays.