Cyberpunk

Rachel Beck’s The Glitch Logs are tapping into the same vein as K.C Alexander’s cyberpunk action thrillers. Glitch is a hacker of some notoriety. She’s a famous yet retired gamer girl and a veteran runner. She pulls off jobs against ‘corps that others only hear about in hushed tones.

Sex robots are the future, so David Rutland has a fireside chat with an up-and-coming bedroom developer. Why bother with Tindering, Grindr-ing and dating when it’s easier (and potentially cheaper) to order a willing and compliant non-sentient silicone alternative?

I just finished listening to the podcast ‘The Left Right Game’ on Spotify. I gravitated to it semi-organically, as much as such things are possible nowadays, with so many measured clicks and algorithms tracing our desires and histories. It’s ostensibly a horror story . . . a ghost story, specifically, revolving around an urban legend about a game where you get in your car, follow certain rules, and soon . . . you arrive . . . elsewhere.

Solarpunk flies upon simultaneous internet currents, growing in separate biospheres and concocting a lush new movement. Part fictional literary scene, large part aesthetical fantasy hashtag and also a DIY home and garden blogging niche, the genre unifies in a reblogged hope for the near future. 

If within a grain of sand lies the gate of the universe, then Jorge Luis Borges’ The Garden of Forking Paths emerges from the center of that grain as a twirling pinwheel. 

Inasmuch as I know a bit of Philip K. Dick and his works, the novel The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch displays a character I recognize. It’s that of an outsider fully ingratiate with fringe topics and weird culture trying to make sense of spiritual experiences he’s personally inhabited while trying to bring them back down to terra firma. 

Perhaps no man of the twentieth century embodied the wholesomeness of the universe more thoroughly than Buckminster Fuller. Inventor, architect, mathematician, spiritualist, educator, author and futurist, Fuller led a famously frantic life.

We know cyberpunk movies, so let us tell you what you’re missing. What’s timeless? What didn’t age so well? Share this article, and we’ll make the case for The Fifth Element. 

You can’t call yourself a cyberpunk if you accept that your every virtual and physical move is being watched, but you don’t take any steps to change that fact. Actually, you can call yourself what you like. I’m not the word police. I’m just some guy on the internet.

If you’ve ever wondered about cyberpunk travel destinations, then you’ve gotta take the cyberdelic pilgrimage to Akihabara (Akiba for short). The cross section of Tokyo is just like walking through Night City from Cyberpunk 2077 but without all the violence, mech enhancements and futuristic fascism.