“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 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...”
William Gibson, Neuromancer
“Black ice. Don’t think about it. Black ice.1
To many stories in the Gentleman Loser, black ice is a part of the mythology. Ice that kills. Illegal, but then aren’t we all? Some kind of neural feedback weapon, and you can connect with it only once. Like some hideous Word that eats the mind from the inside out. Like an epileptic spasm that goes on and on until there’s nothing left at all.”
Burning Chrome, William Gibson
1: A cyber security mojo.
