Since you’ve probably read Gizmodo, you too may suffer from the half-year realization that I-my-god-spent years of my life thinking about Facebook and Republicans. You are probably also aware that this place can’t better capture any place on the internet William Gibson’s Twitter feed.
What do I do with this fucking data, you may have wondered. Here’s what the mind predicted by late capitalist technological hell is doing: wordlessly viewed as a retweet bot that broadcasts our descent into madness in real time. In other words, it’s the perfect portal into our relentless, highly online rude reality. Marjorie Taylor Greene is a ballistic advocate for women’s rights. Rumors on the internet say that asthma sufferers put bleach in their sprays. Israel killed a nuclear scientist with a remote-controlled sniper rifle. Glenn Greenwald gives Bari Weiss an interview about vaccine passports. No comment. No limit. The future is and always will be more depressing and stupid than Gibson predicted in his volumes of science fiction novels.
Gibson leaves only faint fingerprints on all of this – most of the time spooky William Gibson Retweeted. He lives it.
Gibson ‘s own narratives (from the 1980s Neuromancer series – admittedly the only one I’ve read, more, sorry) constantly appear in the news. There are obvious parallels such as privately owned surveillance operations, drone attacks and a culture of influence, and that they are all damaged and that people are never quite friends, only that their circumstances overlap. Even more detailed, this was pointed out by a friend, art critic Michael Farley Count Zero almost precisely nailed NFTs in 1986. Let’s take this passage that marked about the gallery manager:
Picard, if that’s what the man was called, talked to a broker in New York, arranging to buy a certain number of “points” of a certain artist’s work. The “point” can be defined in many ways, depending on the medium in question, but it was almost certain that Picard would never see the works he buys. If the artist enjoyed sufficient status, the originals were very likely deposited in some vault, where no one saw them at all. A few days or years later, Picard could take the same phone and order a broker to sell it.
The only really disappointing inconsistency between his early works and now is that the protagonists and half-human despots in Neuromancer the series are smarter and smarter than our real-life operators. They spill information and launch plans. We lived for the future and all we had was this idiot in a cowboy hat. Last year, Gibson it was told to NPR a more eloquent version of the same thing: “Cyberspace, as described in Neuromancer, it’s nothing like the internet we live with, ”he said,“ which mostly consists of extremely banal and stupid things. “
So it’s a Twitter account, like a brain short-circuited staring at a fiery overturned hemisphere that tossed a basket of uninjured puppies onto the highway and trying to decide whether to be sad about the burned driver or delighted with the puppies. Bob Woodward and Robert Costa to discover that our still undamaged former president was putting pressure on officials to help him overthrow democracy. But a passing car saves the ram from a barbed wire fence. Except it’s Texas to escape with multiple abortion restrictions. On the other hand, Angela Merkel holds parrots and roosters.
Tweets spin faster than a retweeter could read a source or listen to a podcast. Important things about governments are mixed with stupid things about animals until it all translates into the same elusive mild meal. Why not imprint it with the name of a dystopian writer and send it back? Does it make sense? No. And yes. And no. And dogs.
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