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.
Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind,
clusters and constellations of data.
Like city lights, receding…
Details ~ in the Matrix
I saw the best avatars of my generation destroyed by lag, primless hysterical ruthed,
dragging themselves through the wounded Nexus streets at dawn looking for an angry Spider,
angel winged cyberpunks burning for the heavenly multi-plexed connection to the
smoking asset server in the Second Life night,
who jaggy and clouded and hollow-primmed and high sat up smoking in the pixdark of
Suffugium cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating Gomi dubstep,
who bared their brains to Snark under the rusty Iron Tree
and saw Fate (Artemis) staggering on the Last Round’s roof illuminated,
who passed through welcome areas with radiant eyes hallucinating blade runners
and altered carbon tragedy among the scholars of Jessie and Stanford,
who were banned from the info hubs for crazy
and typing obscene code on the servers of the forums,
who cowered in unrezzed rooms in underwear,
burning their Lindens in oil barrels and listening to the Club-in-a-box through the wall,
who ate prim sushi in paint hotels or drank Dr. Peppers in Hard Alley,
CPU death, or purgatoried their primcocks night after night
with dreams, with Snowcrash, with internet nightmares,
griefers and drama and endless gray goo,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering textures and lightning in the mind
leaping towards poles of Ross & Ahern, illuminating all the lag frozen world of Time between,
who chained themselves to TP points for the endless ride from Luna to holy Plum on pre-mesh
until the noise of Dominus Shadows and newbs brought them down shuddering
pixel-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear li
So it begins again.
The Summer is definitively over.
It WAS rather the long vacation (so to speak).
I got a tan even.
But now it’s back to work.
Shopping, sizing, adjusting, styling, posing, lighting, shooting, editing, retouching, writing, crediting, posting, promoting…
That’s a lot of ings, but you know how it goes.
Oh, the title?
BLUSH is the shop where I bought the skin and the dress.
I’m the response.
Details behind the scrim ~
How does a guy manage to completely drop off the grid and disappear like that?
I could have really used his help on this assignment.
Take out the last rogue Nexus 6 loose in L.A. indeed.
Well, I guess it isn’t Deckard she needs to worry about.
The first Nexus 7.
Looks like my ride.
*Takes a deep breath.
Satellites are out tonight.
The Blade Runners too.
They say that Deckerd…
…that he’s the best.
But he’ll never catch me.
Oh no he won’t.
Details in the vest pouch ~