Mona Lisa Overdrive (Sprawl, #3)

by William Gibson

He’d grown up in white Jersey stringtowns where nobody knew shit about anything and hated anybody who did.

as though a medical appointment that involved no wait might seem incomplete, inauthentic—Angie

and suddenly it seemed like everything was too complicated, too many things to do, angles to figure, and that was the crash, when you had to start worrying about putting the day side together again.

She remembered Porphyre once maintaining that major corporations were entirely independent of the human beings who composed the body corporate.

Or maybe he just didn’t give a shit; sometimes people got that way.