David Rutland

I started this article with an open mind about Gab.com. I didn’t set out to find the worst of humanity, It was just… unavoidable. I had never directly experienced the people of Gab and knew nothing about the Dissenter browser beyond it being a really cool idea. I really really wanted to be able to say something positive about either. That’s impossible.  There really are no redeeming features.

Does CyberPunks.com run adverts? I genuinely don’t know.

I, along with millions of other internet dwellers, use adblocking software to ensure that my eyeballs aren’t assaulted with exhortations to buy the latest piece of Apple or Sony crapware that’s only marginally different from the previous model of Apple or Sony crapware you already own.

Sex is a complicated business in the UK. In the eight years since the dating app Tinder was launched, lazy lovers have grown used to swiping through the carefully crafted mugshots of moderately attractive strangers and having one arrive at their door for fun, frolics, and…erm…f*cking

I took Introduction to Aeronautical Engineering offered by DelftX, and Introduction to Computer Science and Programming Using Python from MITx. But I’m never going to build an aeroplane, and it’s very unlikely that the people auditing the online engineering courses will build a bridge. At least I really hope not.

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.

We naively expected our readers to leave thoughtful, meaningful comments at the bottom of the articles on CyberPunks.com. Instead, we’ve been swamped by spam.
Not to worry, though; when life hands us lemons, we ask David Rutland to make lemonade. Sometimes, it’s spiked with Cialis.

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. 

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.

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?

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.