Bodiless, we swerve into Chrome’s castles of ice. And we’re fast, fast. It feels like we’re surfing the crest of the invading program, hanging ten above the seething glitch systems as they mutate. We’re sentient patches of oil swept along down corridors of shadow.

William Gibson, Burning Chrome

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