cyberpunk

Then-present-tense cyberpunk, Demonlover is forever frozen upon the cusp of a lost futurism already lapsing into a decadent kitsch. The flows and tentacles of capital, all periphery and no center, shells within shells, without flags or loyalties. A Venn Diagram of exploitation with too many circles, relationships impossible to plot. 9/11 rendered... See more

Cyberpunk emerged as a subgenre of science fiction in the early 1980s, blending high-tech settings with societal decay. The term "Cyberpunk" itself is a portmanteau of "cybernetics" and "punk," reflecting a world where advanced technology coexists with a breakdown of social order. The genre is characterized by its focus on futuristic technology,

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I set out to write science fiction partly for the liberated literary territory it afforded, and for the laboratory of ideas it provided to try to imagine better futures (usually by putting mirrors up to see the worst aspects of the present).

Green, sustainable infrastructure as a form of resistance. Technical systems decoupled from the ‘authoritarian technics’ that Mumford warns us about. The embracing of the natural and the technical. This idea is where the solarpunk vision really comes into its own.

Early cyberpunk was awash with neon lights and futuristic electronics, with Japanese signs adorning the front of every shop window. This is largely to do with the fact that in the 80s, Japan was seen as the world’s fastest rising power. The Japanese car industry was surpassing America’s, they were dominating the global electronics industry, and... See more

The world grows so slowly. It is hard for a Cyberpunk to live in an underdeveloped world, looking the people around him, seeing how wrongly they develop.

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We go ahead, they pull us back again. Society suppressses us.

Society does not understand us, we are "weird" and "crazy" people in the eyes of the ordinary people who live far from information and free ideas. Society denies our way of thinking - a society, living, thinking and breathing in one and only one way - a clichc.

We do not have many friends, only a few with whom we go to parties. Everybody else we know we know on the net. Our real friends are there, on the other side of the line. We know them from our favorite IRC channel, from the News-Groups, from the systems we hang-around: