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<B><H2>A Cyberpunk Manifesto</H2></B>

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<B>1/ </B>We are those, the Different. Technological rats, swimming in the ocean of
information.<BR>
<B>2/</B> We are the retiring, little kid at school, sitting at the
last desk, in the corner of the class room. <B>3/</B> We are the teenager everybody considers strange
<B>4/</B> We are the student hacking
computer systems, exploring the depth of his reach. <B>5/</B> We are the grown-up
in the park, sitting on a bench, laptop on his knees, programming the last
virtual reality. <B> 6/</B> Ours
is the garage, stuffed with electronics. The soldering iron in the corner
of the desk and the nearby disassembled radio- they are also ours. Ours is
the cellar with computers, buzzing printers and beeping modems.
<B>7/</B> We are those that see reality in a different way. Our point of view shows
more than ordinary people can see. They see only what is outside, but we see
what is inside. That's what we are - realists with the glasses of dreamers.
<B>8/</B> We are those strange people, almost unknown to the neighborhood. People,
indulged in their own thoughts, sitting day after day  before the computer,
ransacking the net for something. We are not often out of home, just from
time to time, only to go to the nearby radio shack, or to the usual bar to
meet some of the few friends we have, or to meet a client, or to the
backstreet druggist... or just for a little walk. <B>9/</B> We do not have many
friends, only a few with whom we go to parties. Everybody else we know we
know on the net. Our real friends are there, on the other side of the line.
We know them from our favorite IRC channel, from the News-Groups, from the
systems we hang-around: <B>10/</B> We are those who don't give a shit about what
people think about us, we don't care what we look like or what people talk
about us in our absence. <B>11/</B> The majority of us likes to live in hiding,
being unknown to everybody except those few we must inevitably contact with.
<B>12/</B> Others love publicity, they love fame. They are all known in the
underground world. Their names are often heard there.<BR>
      But we are all united by one thing - we are Cyberpunks.<BR>
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<B>13/</B> Society does not understand us, we are "weird" and "crazy" people in
the eyes of the ordinary people who live far from information and free ideas.
Society denies our way of thinking - a society, living, thinking and
breathing in one and only one way - a clichc. <B>14/</B> They deny us for we
think like free people, and free thinking is forbidden. <B>15/</B> The Cyberpunk
has outer appearance, he is no motion. Cyberpunks are people, starting from
the ordinary and known to nobody person, to the artist-technomaniac, to the
musician, playing electronic music, to the superficial scholar. <B>16/</B> The
Cyberpunk is no literature genre anymore, not even an ordinary subculture.
The Cyberpunk is a stand-alone new culture, offspring of the new age.
A culture that unites our common interests and views. We are a unit. We are
Cyberpunks.<BR>
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	<B><H2>A Cyberpunk Manifesto</H2></B>

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	<B>1/ </B>We are those, the Different. Technological rats, swimming in the ocean of
	information.<BR>
	<B>2/</B> We are the retiring, little kid at school, sitting at the
	last desk, in the corner of the class room. <B>3/</B> We are the teenager everybody considers strange
	<B>4/</B> We are the student hacking
	computer systems, exploring the depth of his reach. <B>5/</B> We are the grown-up
	in the park, sitting on a bench, laptop on his knees, programming the last
	virtual reality. <B> 6/</B> Ours
	is the garage, stuffed with electronics. The soldering iron in the corner
	of the desk and the nearby disassembled radio- they are also ours. Ours is
	the cellar with computers, buzzing printers and beeping modems.
	<B>7/</B> We are those that see reality in a different way. Our point of view shows
	more than ordinary people can see. They see only what is outside, but we see
	what is inside. That's what we are - realists with the glasses of dreamers.
	<B>8/</B> We are those strange people, almost unknown to the neighborhood. People,
	indulged in their own thoughts, sitting day after day before the computer,
	ransacking the net for something. We are not often out of home, just from
	time to time, only to go to the nearby radio shack, or to the usual bar to
	meet some of the few friends we have, or to meet a client, or to the
	backstreet druggist... or just for a little walk. <B>9/</B> We do not have many
	friends, only a few with whom we go to parties. Everybody else we know we
	know on the net. Our real friends are there, on the other side of the line.
	We know them from our favorite IRC channel, from the News-Groups, from the
	systems we hang-around: <B>10/</B> We are those who don't give a shit about what
	people think about us, we don't care what we look like or what people talk
	about us in our absence. <B>11/</B> The majority of us likes to live in hiding,
	being unknown to everybody except those few we must inevitably contact with.
	<B>12/</B> Others love publicity, they love fame. They are all known in the
	underground world. Their names are often heard there.<BR>
	But we are all united by one thing - we are Cyberpunks.<BR>
	<BR>
	<B>13/</B> Society does not understand us, we are "weird" and "crazy" people in
	the eyes of the ordinary people who live far from information and free ideas.
	Society denies our way of thinking - a society, living, thinking and
	breathing in one and only one way - a clichc. <B>14/</B> They deny us for we
	think like free people, and free thinking is forbidden. <B>15/</B> The Cyberpunk
	has outer appearance, he is no motion. Cyberpunks are people, starting from
	the ordinary and known to nobody person, to the artist-technomaniac, to the
	musician, playing electronic music, to the superficial scholar. <B>16/</B> The
	Cyberpunk is no literature genre anymore, not even an ordinary subculture.
	The Cyberpunk is a stand-alone new culture, offspring of the new age.
	A culture that unites our common interests and views. We are a unit. We are
	Cyberpunks.<BR>
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