Far from the sun-burnt man
I once knew
In the night a clock tower wakes
the people of tomorrow's story
The city comes screaming
I'm back for the next bout
I⋅⫙ b⟑⫹k f⦾𝓇 the ne⨂t b⨷⧜⊺
∘⊷≅ 𝐁⩜⪽⋭ ℷ⊚⨑ ∔∏∃⨌ n∈⨷⫣ ⫖⨂⋃⨥
Here in the tinker joint, twelve men, refashioned. Mine's next—this old body, scars and pulpy guts. All haggard parts. I'm a decimated man. We'll see what Javi can do.
— Porter
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Cyberpunk Tomorrow
Science FictionA collection of hacked and stolen communications from the future. Extracted from the deep web using experimental machine learning techniques, these texts assemble an incomplete yet illuminating mosaic of tomorrow: a cyberpunk tomorrow. Note 1: Some...
