Burning Chrome

You’re the kind who always reads the handbook. Anything people build, any kind of technology, it’s going to have some specific purpose. It’s for doing something that somebody already understands. But if it’s new technology, it’ll open areas nobody’s ever thought of before. You read the manual, man

Sendai eyes are notorious for depth-perception defects and warranty hassles, among other things.

Some kind of neural-feedback weapon, and you 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 .

Black ice. Don’t think about it. Black ice.
Too many stories in the Gentleman Loser; black ice is a part of the mythology. Ice that kills. Illegal, but then aren’t we all?

while the matrix simulator in Bobby’s loft generates this illusion .

Trying to remind myself that this place and the gulfs beyond are only representations, that we aren’t "in" Chrome’s computer, but interfaced with

The matrix is an abstract representation of the relationships between data systems

no-Sendai VII. the "Cyberspace Seven,"

collective American subconscious of the Thirties, tending mostly to survive along depressing strips lined with dusty motels, mattress wholesalers, and small used-car lots

You are exhibiting symptoms of urban singles angst. There are cures for this. Drink up. Go.