Imagine that you live in a beautiful country
You’re a cubicle dweller, and you wake up every day in a crowded cubicle small enough to fit only one bed.
You were woken up by ads playing regularly on all four walls. Members with a credit score of 100 can block ads, but you might as well forget it.
The neighbors in this area are all employees of this big company just like you.
The reason for the cluster is that rents are cheap in the old town, but it is suffocating to live on a stack of storeys.
You can see the company building across from your bedroom window.
The design is avant-garde, the decoration is simple, the glittering curtain wall with bright neon lights.
One bathroom is bigger than your entire bedroom.
Speaking of toilets, in the past few years the company has installed a timer in every squat position to accurately record each employee’s paid time spent shitting, which is calculated in a table linked to the end of the year. Those who spend the most time in the toilet each month will be talked to by their supervisor and fired if they have bad luck.
So since last year, some colleagues have installed artificial bladders. They can only go to the toilet once a day to empty the memory, but they are a little expensive. Only those who have worked for 10 years can afford them with some savings.
You said you were young. Hold it in.
But work your cervical vertebra is not good all the year round, but the city is rainy day all the time, you send a message to the colleague ridicule the next cervical vertebra ache.
Then you turn on the 3D holographic computer to get ready for work. During the startup, there will be a lot of advertisements. There will be artificial cervical vertebrae everywhere, 0 down payment, support stage, and no money to get a loan.
You’ve scratched it. The price is staggering, especially for your company’s artificial prosthetics.
In the end, you opt for a wireless electromagnetic massaging device, which connects to a chip implanted in the nerve center of your brain and numbs your pain-sensing nerves by continuously firing them.
But you’ve picked up a moderately priced one, because I’ve heard that these days underground gangsters put a virus program inside a massage machine that stimulates the chip and releases hundreds of times the amount of dopamine in the brain, making people addicted to it.
After all, you get what you pay for. Safety comes first.
Your co-worker in the next cubicle was hooked up to this electronic drug and had to regularly buy it from the gang at a high price.
Then the savings dried up and he committed suicide.
After his death, all his organs were sold off on the black market.
Besides the brain, the brain is the least valuable, the brain full of memories in the eyes of those businessmen is just full of garbage bags.
He was probably targeted by a transplant recipient before he died.
Now that everyone’s genetic information is being dissected in databases, powerful people with faulty organs can tap into the database to find the right ones, allowing them to live for decades, if not centuries.
They are above installing artificial organs
Your boss is said to be 200 years old, but you’ve never met him in person.
The place where people like him live is in the sky, an island levitated by anti-gravity technology.
Floating above a dense cloud of acid rain and a fog of scrap metal particles.
They say you can see a clear sun and breathe air that doesn’t burn your lungs.
You come back to your cubicle after a hard day’s work, the power goes out, and the landlord starts raising the price again.
You pull out a battery pack and plug in a small lamp that’s charged enough for her to glow for a few hours, bringing a little more life to a lonely night.
At that moment, the company building outside the window suddenly lit up, and huge projected advertising screens on the curtain wall flashed happy New Year images.
It’s a New Year’s message from your impeccably dressed, impeccably coiffed boss, standing in his garden with a glass of wine in his hand as far as the eye can see.
His dog rolled freely on the lawn beneath his feet, eating steak.
Your boss says your company has doubled in value this year thanks to your efforts. I hope you will continue your efforts next year and wish you a happy New Year.
The building sends out the dazzling brilliance, each kind of gorgeous idol sings and dances, the endless commodity makes a person dizzying, the changing brightness also illuminates your humble bedroom through the window.
Brighten up your damp, moldy floor
Light up your yellow screen wall
Your small lamp at this time looks extremely dim, be submerged in the brightness that is like wantonly sprinkling without money outside
But what does it matter to you that there is so much light outside
You stare at the little lamp
Finally, the battery ran out and the lights went out
A lot of cyberpunk’s work is set in the early 21st century, and even though the technology of star trek is not yet available, the core of cyberpunk’s “high tech, low life” has already become a reality.
A huge gap between rich and poor, 80 percent of the world’s wealth is in the hands of 20 percent of the people
Unutilized technology became a tool used by exploiters to enslave and crush, and the exploiters gradually alienated themselves into vassals of production machines. You think the company gave you a laptop, but the company actually gave you a replacement for your laptop.
What is Cyberpunk and this is cyberpunk
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