Normal (Normal, #1-4)

by Warren Ellis

carelessly harming other people was a decent stand-in for baseline human interaction.

You spend all day thinking of cities as machines for living in. And as the data piles up, and you realize the scale of the problems that cities are intended to solve, you start thinking of the city as a suit of armor to survive in.

That’s the future, Adam fucking whateveryournameis. City-states rammed with aging people huddling up against hospitals and looking up in terror for the big storm that will come and go and leave them floating facedown in thirteen feet of shit. And I can’t do anything about it.”

fucking culture, looking at the end of human civilization because it’s supposed that somebody should.

I think we’ve lost personal freedoms that we didn’t necessarily have words for—like the right to not have your personal information spread across a global communications network if you have a bad breakup with somebody, or if you express an opinion about the social politics of video games, or if you have the temerity to be female-identified.