28 Quotes by Jason Heller

I unfolded the vast plains of him, frozen with loss and yet…pure like a clear spring. I drank him in, letting the cold of him burn me. With each wave of pleasure I fell deeper and deeper into him until I could no longer tell when he ended and I began. Until at his centre, I found her.

He kissed the tip of my finger, and I smiled at this. I would not be able to heal him, but he would not hate me for failing. That would be enough for both of us.

She glimpsed the sexless mounds between their legs and shuddered. For some reason, she found their lack of genitals uncannily obscene, an indignity, a piece of humanity they had been denied.

Their detectors, like everything else about them and their small, shrinking world, were always looking for the wrong weapons, Sem thought as he began to sharpen his pencil.

Glittering news chips in men’s sideburns and women with braided microfilament glo-strands stepping around me, laughing with silver lipsticks. Kaleidoscope streets: lights and traffic and dust and coal diesel exhaust. Muddy and wet.

...Heard the rushing wind, saw through his tears: red and blue flaring light, and then he shut up and looked for it but found nothing.

There are stories about technology. There are stories about stories. Most of all, though, there are stories that tackle our understanding, or lack thereof, of the many machines that have freed us to love, work, birth, build, change, destroy, and reconfigure reality, often beyond our will or comprehension—even as they greatly augment our will and comprehension.

Today we no longer fear technology. It’s no longer a question of assimilation. What remains to be seen is what we are about to become.

One of the things I like about Cyber World is that it shows cyberpunk has left its heteronormative boy’s club roots behind in the dust.