Neuromancer

The Sky Above the Port Was the Color of Television, Tuned to a Dead Channel

Chiba Was a Magnet for the Sprawl's Techno-Criminal Subcultures

Night City Was Like a Deranged Experiment in Social Darwinism

The Matrix Has Its Roots in Primitive Arcade Games

Cyberspace. A Consensual Hallucination

We Have Sealed Ourselves Away Behind Our Money

Spatial Disorientation Held a Peculiar Horror for Cowboys

To Call up a Demon You Must Learn Its Name

His Eyes Were Eggs of Unstable Crystal

Things Aren't Different. Things Are Things

Random Patterns Flickering Feebly from Side to Side