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 Blade Runner on electro-steroids 
 The 
              cyber world of Neuromancer isbrought to the big screen in
 Johnny Mnemonic. Martin Walker talks
 to author William Gibson
 
 The Hollywood launch of Johnny Mnemonic, William Gibson 
              presided over the ultimate première: the first time in entertainment 
              history when an author saw his book launched simultaneously as a 
              movie and as a CD-ROM interactive video game.Starring Keanu Reeves, Johnny Mnemonic (opening in South 
              Africa today) is based on Gibson's short story of a secure human 
              courier, secure because gigabits of data and corporate research 
              are sealed and coded inside his brain synapses. This is not just 
              another sci-fi movie.
  
              It's the big experiment in synergy: to marry 
                Sony's hardware of consumer products with Hollywood's software 
                of dreams. Sony put $30-million into the movie, then spent another 
                $3-million making another movie on Betacam for the CD-ROM game, 
                and then even more money on the new interface system. "It's so sweet you don't even know it's an interface," 
                marvels Gibson. You can use a mouse, or a clunky old keyboard. 
                The hero faces trouble. Hit numeral one, and he kicks. Numeral 
                two to punch. Numeral three to block the enemy attack. The plot 
                re-adjusts itself accordingly. Hit shift, and you control Jones, 
                the cyber-dolphin, programmed by the US Navy to break codes in 
                return for regular shots of pure heroin. We are in Gibsonland, a place "like a deranged 
                experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher 
                who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button". As the man who coined the term cyberspace, Gibson 
                can very nearly claim to have invented it. Not that he even owned 
                a personal computer at the time. "I wrote Neuromancer on an olive-green 
                Hermes portable typewriter, a 1927 model, that looked to me as 
                the kind of thing Hemingway would have used in the field. Even 
                now, I write on an ancient Mac, and my son has the real powerboard, 
                a Sentra with a 520C Powerbook on the side. When he trades up, 
                that'll go to my daughter, and her rig will go to my wife, and 
                I'm at the bottom of the food chain." 
 "Gibson provided an aesthetic of nerdishmachismo, the computer jock as hero,
 that suddenly offered a literature for a
 technology still being invented"
 
  
              Neuromancer was 
                the first cyberpunk novel. It won the Hugo and Nebula Awards for 
                1984, which is the sci-fi writer's version of winning the Goncourt, 
                Booker and Pulitzer prizes in the same year. His short stories 
                in Omni magazine had already begun to earn him a name, 
                but Neuromancer invented a genre. It begins in Japan, the seamy underside of Tokyo, 
                with a loner called Case. He used to be a brilliant cowboy surfer 
                of the data nets, a thief who stole corporate software for even 
                richer thieves. When he tried to steal something for himself, 
                they burned out his nervous system, and he is reduced to hustling. From then on, it's a cybernetic western, a solitary 
                anti-hero who uses his contacts of the scum world to recover his 
                skills, go up against the big, bad guys, confound their knavish 
                tricks and survive. But the vision was the dark new cyberworld itself, 
                like Blade Runner on electronic steroids. (When he first saw Blade Runner, Gibson 
                staggered from the cinema in despair, fearing that someone else 
                had already cornered his nightmare future. Slowly, he realised 
                they had the street scenes and the landscape but not the mindscape, 
                not the alternative sensory universe of the Net.) Gibson saw a future where nation states rotted 
                beneath a new triumph of corporate feudalism, where the matrix 
                of the data banks and computer networks was the sharp reality. 
                For his hero, Case, to lose his status on the computer networks 
                was to lose the only reality that mattered. "For Case, who'd lived for the bodiless exultation 
                of cyberspace, it was the Fall. In the bars he'd frequented as 
                a cowboy hotshot, the elite stance involved a certain relaxed 
                contempt for the flesh. The body was meat. Case fell into the 
                prison of his own flesh." Gibson provided an aesthetic of nerdish machismo, 
                the computer-jock as hero, that suddenly offered a literature 
                for a technology that was still in the process of being invented. From Neuromancer and his next books to 
                Virtual Light (1993), he began writing of the Internet and 
                of virtual reality and of nerve-splicing that would merge and 
                hardwire human synapses into the cyberworld, just as the computer 
                labs began dreaming how to do it. A collection of essays entitled Cyberspace, 
                published by the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, tried 
                to map out the blueprints for Gibson's vision. The scientists 
                at the cutting edge of the software were starting from the assumption 
                that the embryonic Internet of a decade ago had already been defined 
                and its possibilities explored by Gibson's imagination. Where 
                would Gibson's manic dreams take us next? 
 "A bunch of hippy acid-headsinvented the personal computer. I love
 this revenge of the hippies stuff"
 
  
              They tried to define the way the interfaces and 
                the software would need to be sculpted to create Gibson's "consensual 
                virtual hallucination", in effect hard-wiring human sensory perceptions 
                into the limitless eco-system of the datanet, using each individual 
                human brain as its own central processing unit.  "What I love about this is the revenge of the 
                hippies," Gibson remarks. "A bunch of hippy acid-heads actually 
                invented the personal computer. Then, think about the Internet, 
                the idea of a free and accessible space for knowledge and communication 
                that no central power could control. That really develops with 
                the Well, which grew out of Bruce Sterling and that 1970 hippy 
                bible, The Whole Earth Catalogue."  Think back to what the computer was in 1970, 
                Gibson goes on. It was the big brain, so expensive that only governments 
                and huge corporations could afford one, a monopoly of computing 
                power that reinforced centralised authority.  Along comes the PC, and, like an inchoate army 
                of guerrillas, it becomes a subversive force, chipping away at 
                big brain and big government too. "Tired as I am with all the hype about the Internet 
                and the info highway, I suspect that from a future perspective 
                it will be on a par with the invention of the city as a force 
                in human culture. People still don't understand that the Internet 
                is transnational. Cyberspace has no borders, and that's fine with 
                me because I had my fill of nationalism in the Vietnam war. 
 "On the Internet now, you can seecorporations trying to extract maximum
 profit from public cyberspace"
 
  
              He is no longer confident about the subversive 
                role of the PC and the Internet. Watching the Los Angeles riots 
                on TV, Gibson shrugged despondently when he saw the looters stripping 
                a Radio Shack store of TV sets and tapedecks. Just next door, 
                the windows were still unbroken on a computer store. Apple Powerbooks 
                and laptops were stacked up for the taking, their electronic empowerment 
                lurking inside their casings. "I wanted to tell them they were looting the 
                wrong store. I'm fondest of the idea that the minorities and the 
                poor can be empowered by this technology, but I don't see it happening 
                in the real world. "I guess what I see coming is what I wrote in 
                Virtual Light, an end-stage capitalism, in which private 
                enterprise and the profit motive are taken to their logical conclusion. 
                You see it now on the Internet, corporations trying to find ways 
                to impose private ownership and extract money from what should 
                be a public cyberspace. "The characters in my books live between the 
                cracks of this kind of system. And there will always be misfits, 
                the tenacious weeds in the cracks, people not wanting to be consumers, 
                living on their own terms."   Also check 
                out this report by William Gibson (September 2001)Wired: 
                My Own Private Tokyo by William Gibson (External Link)
 Gibson revisits Tokyo after the Bubble and gives his own special 
                view of where the Japanese are now. More Blade Runner than Blade 
                Runner in some ways!
 
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