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wey necunoscatorule, william gibson e eroul copilariei mele, un mare poet si unul din cei mai buni autori de sf inteligent, creatorul cu mult avant la lettre al conceptelor de Matrice si cyberspatiu de ex, like acum vreo 15-20 de ani.

Ia asculta aici, the Chiba City Blues playing:

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

"It’s not like I’m using," Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. "It’s like my body’s developed this massive drug deficiency." It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese. Ratz was tending bar, his prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled, his teeth a web work of East European steel and brown decay. "

Nu vreau sa te faultez nejustificat, dar inainte de-a scrie mai pune si tu mana pe-o carte ..