from "Neuromancer" by William Gibson
"The matrix has its roots in primitive arcade games," said the voice-over, "in early graphics programs and military ex- perimentation with cranial jacks." On the Sony, a two-dimen- sional space war faded behind a forest of mathematically generated ferns, demonstrating the spacial possibilities of log- arithmic spirals- cold blue military footage burned through, lab animals wired into test systems, helmets feeding into fire con. trot circuits of tanks and war planes. "Cyberspace. A con se- nsual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathe- matical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Un- thinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the non space of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...." "What"s that?" Molly asked, as he flipped the channel se- lector. "Kid"s show." A discontinuous flood of images as the se- lector cycled. "Off," he said to the Hosaka. "You want to try now, Case?" Wednesday. Eight days from waking in Cheap Hotel with Molly beside him. "You want me to go out, Case? Maybe easier for you, alone...." He shook his head. "No. Stay, doesn"t matter." He settled the black terry sweat- band across his forehead, careful not to disturb the flat Sendai dermatrodes. He stared at the deck on his lap, not really seeing it, seeing instead the shop window on Ninsei, the chromed shuriken burning with reflected neon. He glanced up; on the wall, just above the Sony, he"d hung her gift, tacking it there with a yellow-headed drawing pin through the hole at its center. closed his eyes. Found the ridged face of the power stud. And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes boiling in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like film compiled from random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred, fragmented mandala of visual information. Please, he prayed, now-- A gray disk, the color of Chiba sky. Now-- Disk beginning to rotate, faster, becoming a sphere of palergray. Expanding-- And flowed, flowered for him, fluid neon origami trick, the unfolding of his distance less home, his country, transparent 3D chessboard extending to infinity. Inner eye opening to the stepped scarlet pyramid of the Eastern Seaboard Fission Au- thority burning beyond the green cubes of Mitsubishi Bank of America, and high and very far away he saw the spiral arms of military systems, forever beyond his reach. And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face.
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