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inahandbasket) wrote2004-07-16 07:54 pm
inahandbasket) wrote2004-07-16 07:54 pm
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*grump*
Warren Ellis didn't use my piece before he ran out of bandwidth. don't know if he ever would have, but I like to think he woulda.
so here it is.
I was once the prince of gadgetry.
My subjects were the geeks: rich businessmen, technohistoricals, personality hackers, wetware junkies. The illuminati of the technocracy. They came to me with their searches, found in me a confidant, used my brain as a sounding board, or lurked around me and mine to find out where the edge would bleed tomorrow. I was the nucleus of the new. Sony's new phone implant that you got right off the delivery truck? It's oldtech once it gets to you. I knew about new gadgets before the designers and engineers had even committed pencil to paper. I knew how to break them, hack them, crack them, slop them. I could get inside and make it do what it could, not what it should. Technology bent to my will, and I was worshipped for it.
But I got sloppy.
I went to visit my genetic donors for a few hours. I stepped into a world stewed in oldtech and forever playing catch-up.
I stepped out of my realm and into the mainstream.
I know how they look at me. Pity me. Think they’ll never be me.
One day they’ll slip too.
Warren Ellis didn't use my piece before he ran out of bandwidth. don't know if he ever would have, but I like to think he woulda.
so here it is.
I was once the prince of gadgetry.
My subjects were the geeks: rich businessmen, technohistoricals, personality hackers, wetware junkies. The illuminati of the technocracy. They came to me with their searches, found in me a confidant, used my brain as a sounding board, or lurked around me and mine to find out where the edge would bleed tomorrow. I was the nucleus of the new. Sony's new phone implant that you got right off the delivery truck? It's oldtech once it gets to you. I knew about new gadgets before the designers and engineers had even committed pencil to paper. I knew how to break them, hack them, crack them, slop them. I could get inside and make it do what it could, not what it should. Technology bent to my will, and I was worshipped for it.
But I got sloppy.
I went to visit my genetic donors for a few hours. I stepped into a world stewed in oldtech and forever playing catch-up.
I stepped out of my realm and into the mainstream.
I know how they look at me. Pity me. Think they’ll never be me.
One day they’ll slip too.