Jigo Jitoku E-Book

M. Christian

• Herausgeber: Wildside Press
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Serie: Cynthia Ward Presents
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 17

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

If you look too long into the abyss of cyberspace, it may look back at you. A classic cyberpunk tale!

Das E-Book Jigo Jitoku wird angeboten von Wildside Press und wurde mit folgenden Begriffen kategorisiert:
techonology;cyberspace;cyberpunk;future;body enhancement;intelligence;artificial intelligence

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COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

JIGŌ JITOKU by M. Christian

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

Copyright © 2004 by M.Christian.

Originally published as Rich Man’s Ghost in Space and Time Magazine.

Published by Wildside Press, LLC.

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JIGŌ JITOKUby M. Christian

Akihiko Yashida, Shachō of Geo Genomics, sank through the virtually infinite, infoluminescent depths of the databyss.

It had been a spectacularly, financially vibrant day; from this to that side of his neural-linked mind were Catherine wheels of capital expenditures, flickering brilliances of mergers and acquisitions, star shines of gross incomes, throbbing pulses of quadruple witchings, shimmering sparks of net asset values, and bruised purples edging towards the painful ultraviolets of bankruptcy.

With what might have been seen as a laid back, not at all excessively determined pursuit of the hows and whys behind a rival keiretsu’s erratic Phillips Curve, Akihiko Yashido was in reality engaged in tensely dogmatic pursuit: envisioning, as he dove into and out of fractal lattices of electronically coded information, the eventual forging of an information-keen wakizashi to slice his competition into easily digestible pieces.

With hundreds of servants and thousands of salarymen passionately eager to don immersion rigs, take up verge-level (as in “extreme edge”) retrieval software packages, mate their forefront (as in “leading”) neurofacilitators to scour any network anywhere for whatever he desired, there was no reason for Akihiko Yoshida to hunt alone.

But there was something about that spectacularly glorious day; how the databyss hypnotically glimmered with energetic phosphors and dazzling transactions; how it had whispered, called, and then seductively beckoned him to submerge into its vibrant depths.

Before he sank, loyal salarymen and kenin alike had pleaded with him to at least protect his invaluable personage with a corporate-coded shinshi or two.

Akihiko Yoshida dismissed their childish fears, their infantile dreads of the deep, dark legions of the global economy, and brusquely told his underlings he had no need of other intelligences—artificial or otherwise.