A Half-hearted Attempt At Anarchy. A Political Statement In Its Own Right.

A half-hearted attempt at anarchy. A political statement in its own right.

He took a drag off his cigarette and looked loningy out the window.

"Is it everything you imagined it'd be?" She whispered softly from the bed next to him.

He looked around the room. It was beautiful, best that Soma Corp money could buy. So much more than a gutter rat like him deserved. He racked his brain thinking about it. This was it: the money, the tech, the respect. It was everything he'd ever wanted. People like him died for this. He had literally killed for this. So why did it all feel so hollow? Why did this room feel as far away from reality as it was from the ground?

"No, he whispered. I fucking hate this city"

"But it loves you, that's why you keep coming back." She said with only the slightest bit of scorn in her voice.

He looked across the room at the hardware on the table. His body armor and rifle and her deck and trodes stared at him the way he stared at the city. In a few hours, none of this would matter, and nothing would probably ever matter again.

"Whether it loves me or not, I'm gonna burn it all down." He said taking his last drag.

"Somewhere, very close, the laugh that wasn't laughter.

He never saw Molly again." - Neuromancer, William Gibson.

Art by Dangiuz

Syd Mead ‘Blade Runner’ concept art

By space meerkat

"Do I love you, or do I just want to love you so bad I can't tell the difference?" -James S.A. Corey. The Expanse Book 1.