“we roar along the rust belts——the great red spot—— the polar vortex——the caress of solar flares—— ruffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me—— the storm-riven non-surface of me and mine—— that which you call skin—— a threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin——” ScienceSpaceFictionAstronautAlienJupiterStar TrekSpace ShipGas GiantJovian Book:Dawn of the Algorithm Source: Dawn of the Algorithm
“My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous mass of post-human organic circuitry. Cyperpunk is my mother tongue. My love is a man-machine interface gun.” SciencePoetryHumourApocalypseWeirdMangaAlternativeAkira Book:Dawn of the Algorithm Source: Dawn of the Algorithm