Idoru (Bridge, #2)

by William Gibson

“I mean really famous. There’s not much fame left, not in the old sense. Not enough to go around.” “The old sense?”

“Tell her you’re doing a media fast, before

no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections.”

“My computer.” Mitsuko was clearly impressed. “It is by Harley-Davidson?”