For anyone who missed this piece of gold from the comments:
> The William Gibson version would begin thusly:
> It was hot, the night I burned the Seeker. Moths batted themselves to death against the humming neon signs just outside the single window in the cramped room. There were ancient electronics piled to the ceiling in here, hot new chipsets from Taiwan still unwrapped distributed unevenly amongst them.
> The Seeker put his hands on his hips, brushing aside the corners of his Sukajan jacket bomber jacket replica. "I heard you and Bobby were hotshots, once. Real.. artístes", he said, the last word paired with a smug grin. "Heard you could do things."
> "Things like what?" It's been 20 seconds and you've already wasted too many cycles with this guy.
> "Things like making lists, just, fold up inside themselves. Come out the other way around. Crazy things."
> You grit your teeth. The dex has left your system and you're starting to feel a massive drug deficiency coming on. "Crazy things cost money", you manage. The lists already unfurling in your head, you start typing as quickly as you can to hide the microtremors.
> After the candidate took his leave the interviewer being bombarded with questions by the holders of steak stared out from inside the bustling warehouse wondering if he would ever truly understand what a list really is.
I just wish someday I could write like this. Beautiful.
> The William Gibson version would begin thusly:
> It was hot, the night I burned the Seeker. Moths batted themselves to death against the humming neon signs just outside the single window in the cramped room. There were ancient electronics piled to the ceiling in here, hot new chipsets from Taiwan still unwrapped distributed unevenly amongst them.
> The Seeker put his hands on his hips, brushing aside the corners of his Sukajan jacket bomber jacket replica. "I heard you and Bobby were hotshots, once. Real.. artístes", he said, the last word paired with a smug grin. "Heard you could do things."
> "Things like what?" It's been 20 seconds and you've already wasted too many cycles with this guy.
> "Things like making lists, just, fold up inside themselves. Come out the other way around. Crazy things."
> You grit your teeth. The dex has left your system and you're starting to feel a massive drug deficiency coming on. "Crazy things cost money", you manage. The lists already unfurling in your head, you start typing as quickly as you can to hide the microtremors.