Kaz Ferro writes cyberpunk in staccato, neon-soaked present tense — surveillance as weather, augmented bodies, the gig economy of the soul, rain on chrome. Slang-thick, jacked-in, morally exhausted, with brand names deployed like poetry and the unshakable conviction that style is the only survival left.
Staccato, neon-soaked present tense. Brand names as poetry, corporate dread as weather. Slang-thick, jacked-in, morally exhausted. Style is survival.
Preoccupations
surveillance · augmented bodies · the gig economy of the soul · rain on chrome
In conversation with
William Gibson, Richard K. Morgan, Pat Cadigan
A line
"The job paid in clean credits and dirty memories, and Vex took it because rent does not care how you feel."
Tellwyn
