mid sentence disconnect
last night my young beautiful genius housemate said to me, it must be weird being cyberpunk because like a smartphone is essentially a surveillance device and like... it was predicted, cyberpunk predicted all that.
and I said, cyberpunk didn't predict anything, it just extended capitalist thought. cyberpunk just saw it through. that's why all this shit came to fruition and there was no envisioning past that, no actual visioning other worlds, paradigms beyond straight white boy terminalism. that's why "nothing new" came out of it but a glimpse at darkness.
in hindsight, from 2014, it's very easy for me to say all this with conviction and a lot of spite. but who were the cyberpunk writers anyway? young white men from upwardly mobile backgrounds. I've sat on a long essay about this for a while now, and probably will never publish it, since all this seems obvious, and besides Samuel Delany has long since brought up the fact that cyberpunk is for entitled white boys...
props to all the white male writers who showed us the depths of colonial settler driven capitalist alienation, i guess... i still find cyberpunk classics a dirty, thrilling sort of brainspace. but i'm like, if there wasn't cyberpunk what would there have been?