Neuromancer (Sprawl, #1)

by William Gibson

I like it, you know? Like I’ve always talked to myself, in my head, when I’ve been in tight spots. Pretend I got some friend, somebody I can trust, and I’ll tell ’em what I really think, what I feel like, and then I’ll pretend they’re telling me what they think about that, and I’ll just go along that way. Having you in is kinda like that.

NOTHING. GRAY VOID. No matrix, no grid. No cyberspace.

cyberpunk origins

I never even found out what color her eyes were. She never showed me.