Count Zero (Sprawl, #2)

by William Gibson

white hyphen,

she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.

mincome

arcology.

furnace glow of desert noon

jackstraws,

oungans.”

where time and the gradual fall of leaves conspired to produce a thin compost.

mapou

Darrieus

amaranth,

zaibatsumen,

throwing his shadow before him

"…throwing his shadow before him…"

zaibatsu.

Tessier-Ashpools,

The child saw things that were too evident, too obvious for the trained eye.

you got eyes like two pissholes in a snowbank

wilson.

it’s just a tailored hallucination we all agreed to have, cyberspace, but anybody who jacks in knows, fucking knows it’s a whole universe. And every year it gets a little more crowded, sounds like

mimetic

hibachi

Parque Güell.

Joseph Cornell

embalmed cooking odors trapped in synthetic carpeting.

the nonplace that was cyberspace.

toroid

zaibatsu

retsina.