Seriously, never listen to @ISDNcow. He’s awful.
In so much (cyberpunk?) media from the 70s, 80s, and 90s, the hero is a journalist.
Journalism, was seen as the ultimate tool against despots.
(Think Max Headroom: 20 Minutes into the Future, or Transmetropolitan, Makers (and many of the rest of Doctorow's books) or even Futureworld.)
And VCs + Facebook have effectively crippled modern journalism. Destroyed most local journalism. Rendered the pursuit of truth an optional side project for the left, and incompatible with the right.
short fiction, murder
Three lives per day. That was the price of your intelligence, a promise traded with the devil beneath the ball in Times Square.
“Sentient beings, mind you,” said the devil, the rain sluicing from his coat as if it were a waterskin, “none of this ‘I’LL CRUSH AN ANT BENEATH MY MIGHTY CLAW AND CALL IT A LOOPHOLE’ bullshite. Don’t fret, I’ll give you a decade to work up to it; such a waste of your new smarts if you got caught holding the knife after a single murder.”
MidgardMOO's been around since 1995, and I've been archwiz and host since at least 1996. I did some _amazing things_ in MOOCode, back when. I wrote one of the first HTTP/1.0 servers in moocode. I wrote a full SMTP server, which included a DNS client, in pure moocode.
And none of that really means anything anymore.
Oh, lord. @ISDNcow is back to his whining.
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