I’ve recently come through a bout of Coronavirus. It was horrible. Imagine running a marathon and then going to a party where cigars are compulsory, the only drink on offer is 120 proof whisky, and the thermostat on the AC unit is broken – causing it to behave as if it’s playing hopscotch across Mercury’s terminator line. Add in some deeply disturbing dreams, and the morning after that party was my COVID-19 experience for two and a bit weeks. Your own experience, when it inevitably arrives, may be different.
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What Is Cyberpunk? A Neon City In The Rain? The scene opens on a rainy, smog-shrouded, hypercapitalist, neon, surveillance state and the viewer is dropped in without context. There’s an inciting incident to plunge you into the story, and you, the viewer, are gripped for the next two hours. Any scene setting is left to the imagination, and questions of why the world is this way, and how it came to be, are left to fan fiction and speculation. This is the future. Deal with it.
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We appreciate that not everyone in the world is an electronic engineer, and to most people, a breadboard is where the Hovis lives, so we’re going to keep things simple. No soldering required and no exotic components. We’ll be using super-cheap and readily available materials to transform our spanking new Raspberry Pi 4 into a laptop, and we’re going to do it for £20.
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And when the inevitable finally comes to pass, what then? Do I get a puppy? Do I get another shelter dog? I want a dog as much like my current dog as possible, so it’s an option to get his genes sampled and find out exactly what blend of the 57 varieties he actually is. And then I can simply find another one. What if I could have a dog who would never die? One who would never get old and frail and ill, and habitually balance on that knife edge of life and death as I will him not to go into the light?
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The only computer holding your sensitive photos and intimate thoughts should be your own, and the only person with access to it should be you. The Raspberry Pi can be used as a cloud storage alternative.
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It’s safe to say that none of our readership believes in Santa Claus. Our faith in a big, jolly man propelled around the globe by a fleet of supersonic herbivores, belongs to a time in our lives when cyberpunk was a fantastical literary genre, rather than the surveillance capitalism based society in which we live our humdrum everyday lives.
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Is your small app making money for someone else? There’s no way to defend yourself beyond denying permissions to all but the most basic core functions
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It has been covered by every news network, complete with handy visuals, because a standard corporate unveil is now a news story – clumsy CEO wrecks own vehicle. It’s not relegated to the tech or motoring pages any more
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While an extraordinary array of people could, without a valid reason, casually observe how often and how long their brothers-in-law spent on Spankbang, they wouldn’t be able to tell which particular lesbian dwarf facesitting video they had been watching, without a reasonable degree of certainty that a crime was being committed.