So, I am taking a cyberpunk class with Doc. I thought to myself that most cyberpunk was writtem before we had things like youtube, or facebook- I mean, real, legitimate social networks. So what is cyberpunk after that? And moreover, what are we after that? So before you is a Cyberpunk story I penned last night, not out of angst or tore directly from personal experience, but because I really wanted to write it. Those close to me will see similarities, but those will also know the difference between inspiration and dedication. And if Doc Ever wants to use this in class… that’d be badass.
Ladies and Gentlemen; The Post-Love Condition of the Male Cyberpunk Denizen. A story of love, loss, and latency. I present to you: “It’s Complicated.”
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//It was her smile against a lowglo landscape.
The minute after she ended it, a torrent of messages flooded his comm. His wrist began to glow the color of a choking man’s face, the slight hum of a late-night confirmation echoing through his bones and into his inner ear. She had to fucking do it, didn’t she? She couldn’t just let me suffer in silence. No, She had to upload that shit to the Face, and all these fake mother fuckers had to be reading it at the exact time she did it, didn’t they. They HAD to tell me they knew. Fucking face.
The Face started as something dry. Back in the days, the tube days, it was some sort of social-network. It was a quick way to tell if someone could be your friend or not, and to archive the ones you had. Anything you had, you could put up on there. Long pretentious notes about yourself, pictures, up-to-the-minute updates about little bits of nothing. If you wanted to know everything superficial about any individual, you went to the face. But one day, it stopped just archiving. It started being, Doing. It was the notice. It didn’t just let you figure it out, no. It grabbed you, by the balls, it just.. it told you. shook you down until you knew. Hey? Did you know that those two fuckwits know each other? NOW YOU DO. You see, now the Face archives everything. What you see, hear. Problem was like I said, it was still dry and shit. You actually had to, like, type things into it. And that was dry! Once it got a little more wet, well, everything changed. It was ever the motivator, but, It still would archive every aspect of your life. Everything. I’m Counting on it.
//it was a laser-guided orgasm.
She got mad because of my problems. She said I wasn’t growing up. The fuck? I just got hired by the Binary’s! The Tech-Twins of Tennessee! Juan and Gyro, those rich bastards that brought in binary wetware. Machine-level coding! Direct access to the human body! the Source code to the soul! Good shit, the whole of it. It was good timing, too. My first app is really gonna blow their- and, not growing up? Fuck that – Who bought you the new sex Drive, huh? Who got you the X-Patch for your cerebral? Or the Goddamn nipple antennae piercing For our FUCKING ANNIVERSARY! I hope you drop all your Calls. Fuck am I kidding, no I don’t.
//It was a quiet tear in the rain.
When we first started this, You were so happy. Remember that, huh? The fun we had? Remember the first time we Ad-Hoc’d? Plugged into each others subconscious? It was like a big, fun pillow fight. We Tossed memories around like it was nothing. Made you lick your breast, you made me hit my head trying to lick mine. I poked and prodded your body, and then… God damn, we fucked like hell! I was you for a bit, you were me. I mean, I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel. Do you know how fucking close I felt? That net is a big, wide place, and this shit was rare. And of course, right after I unplugged, right after I found the signal again- a bunch of Face Friends congratulating me on our first fucking. Days like that, I’d want to spend all day ad-hoc’d. Off the grid. Just you, me, and the meat. Fun times,They were. Were they? I’ll find out.
//It was a contemplation of a Hand in the early morning.
So I’ve designed a place for you. Sort of. I mean, whatever. It’s not like I care, right? Why should I care? Why do I fucking care? All you ever did was remind me I am stuck here. Gave me that undue hope that maybe, MAYBE there was some fucking purpose to this meat. But no- you took your meat away, and you took the software running on it. Gone in a day. Nothing I say can change it. Nothing those fucking face friends can say, either. I wonder how many Faces have messaged you, today. Wonder who is next in line. No matter. No one is. Not yet. Not ever, actually.
//It was a realization of happiness, far too late.
The Source code for the human brain is disgusting. It’s bloody and sick, and before Juan and Gyro came in the Pineal input, it was hard. But now? I got a machine that turns the little packages into neural signals. And It’s gonna help me remember. Better than that- it’s gonna help me forget. It’s weird like that. But, isn’t love, too? Isn’t it a duality? I mean, how much do we really want love? How fucking good is it to remember, day after day, this, this… shit? I had it once! And the whole time your there…. you forget that it will ever end. Guess what, Vic? IT DOES. //Click.// And the Face. A constant reminder. The next time you fuck someone, it’ll tell me, won’t it. Good shit, too. It’ll congratulate me. “Did you know That Victoria…” //Whirrrrl.// No, I didn’t. Shut. The fuck. up. Shit, I wrote the first killer app for this piece.
We lasted, what, a Year? I got a year of plasmid here. Blood machine’s gonna work through my waste, plasmid’ll keep me alive. You bitch, I was happy. I am planning on staying that way. Lock me in, and Deploy Program Victoria.
You see, now the Face archives everything. //Ppineal inppput securre.// What you see, hear. Problem //NO ERROR DETECTED, // was like I said, it was still dry and shit.//CODE:VICTORIA.EXE DEPLOYED// You actually had to, like, type things into it. //Connection to FACE server secccuuuurrrreeee.// And that was dry!//NERUAL FLASH PREPAREDD//Once it got a little more wet, //hitting memory synapse,conscious reboot immiment// well, everything changed//interruption of live stream imminent. Replace with Archive feeeeddd//. It was ever the motivator,//Execute program? Y/n……// but \It still would archiiiiive every //….confirmed. Welcome back.// .. aspecct of your life. Everrythiiiiing. //Flash to predestined archive// I’m Counting on itttttttt.
//It was the Kiss that Ruined Everything.