So there I am, a regular console cowboy jamming through the hyperfractals of cyberspace, siphoning some choice credits from those lamebrain corpos, when a modem link threw me over to a real nightmare: a webbed out, vibe-coded server from the Basilisk Corp crawling with transmitted viruses. And even worse, they’d managed some hot new dimensional display tech to really make the steal feel real. These megacorps, man. Always find some evil new way to surprise me.
I’m Julia Stiles ranting about the new wave, next wave, *and* dream wave
