Quotes About Cyberspace

Wintermute was a simple cube of white light, that very simplicity suggesting extreme complexity.

They damaged his nervous system with a wartime Russian mycotoxin. Strapped to a bed in a Memphis hotel, his talent burning out micron by micron, he hallucinated for thirty hours. The damage was minute, subtle, and utterly effective. For Case, who'd lived for the bodiless exultation of cyberspace, it was the Fall.

I'm not Wintermute now." "So what are you." He drank from the flask, feeling nothing. "I'm the matrix

Perched on the edge of Case's worktable like some kind of state of the art gargoyle

The counters that fronted the booths displayed hundreds of slivers of microsoft

CYBERSPACE, AS THE deck presented it, had no particular relationship with the deck's physical whereabouts. When Case jacked in, he opened his eyes to the familiar configuration of the Eastern Seaboard Fission Authority's Aztec pyramid of data.

She's spoken with Parkaboy twice before, and both times it's been odd, in the way that initial telephone conversations with people you've gotten to know well on the Net, yet have never met, are odd. She

I like it. A Silicon Valley ghost story.

Case lowered the gun. "This is the matrix. You're Wintermute.

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.

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding. .

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

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.

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding. . .

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

But the paneled room folded itself through a dozen impossible angles, tumbling away into cyberspace like an origami crane.

abs you could do laundry on, the

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.

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

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

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

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.

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding.