Cyberpunk by cavalaxis
Dr. Smax and the Amazing CyberPunk FlashFiction Generator presents:
5442122244*
by
in the days after the fall
the exchange is the most glorious place to be
it represents as a string of pale cerulean points of light
each distinct and pure and holy
like the million eyes of a sea scallop stretching out into the infinite blackness of devnull
a unit could get lost in all the different cubicles
cycles could be spent wasted lost
among the sellers of nectar and ambrosia
all hawking their wares in a constant chitinous flow of soundlight
a unit could stat or tempbuy anything here
arachnid wavelengths of symbiotic entertainment
retinalvids that adapt realtime to the fancy of your choice
interface with paleomentalists to scrape the bottom of your own skull
for memories you did not even know you kept
temporationalists arguing over tiny vents of phosgyne
it keeps their palates clear and their chakras aligned
whatever the fuck that means
our favorite part is the meat market
there are so many pretty things to look at to look through to devour
we crave sensation and the meat has it
not the cybertouch stimul shock nonono neverdoneverdo
not the complex neural algorithms of the skinterfaces
that we are more than well acquainted with
it leaves us empty
lost
craving
we long for the simplest interface
without wires or jacks or chipslots or dermal patches
we long for the shivertremblequivershake of anticipation
the hair that stands on end
the fleshiness of cold and dry
the willingness of warm and moist
someday when we have found the correct sequencing of genosyntax
the node to node pathways
the writ of gods and scientists
we will pay the price for
the simplest path from cerebral impulse to verifact neural input
we will soar down from the skyjacks
luminous as angels
we will stand in front of the butcherman
we will choose the brown eyes and the olive skin
the long blue black hair
we will have ribs and knees and collarbones and teeth
and they will be covered in freshly harvested skin
no impulse will be lost
no sensation squandered
we will enter the meat world for true
and we will draw breath
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*5 = genetic engineering, 4 = the global information network, 4 = black market, 2 = murder, 1 = cyber- (duh!), 2 = geno-, 2 = first person plural (good for group-minds!), 2 = neither caps nor punctuation (crazy!), 4 = Virtual reality ( but remember: just cuz anything goes, try to stay in genre. It ain’t cyberpunk if everyone is suddenly a fucking hobbit.), 4 = 500 (comfy) [ed: I only did a little over 300 because the no punc-no cap thing is only doable for so long before you want to KILL something.]