# hyperballard simulator 1 point 0 zone x it was an advert for a nonsensical techno gadget allegedly containing the dark sensual smell of heavy blond cheerleader marketing narrative as follows: in a sudden small fit of acute moral distaste ballard switched off the blue scan lined holomonitor slumping back in a dark italian leather chair stolen from ir recently deceased biosynth psychiatrist they spoke in the general direction of a dictation machine a featureless cube of gray smart metal now floating two feet away from ir jaguar lean and perfectly manicured skull let's face it they said: you'd have to be a right class munt to buy into such ripe donkey cobblers with tepid ambient music piped in from hidden speakers the layout of empty mid morning office on the 7000th floor somehow mirrored the smooth interior design of ballard's freshly emergent hypercapitalist psychopathology idly flicking an ebony switch on the arm of chair the holoscreen rezzed back into life zone b how we adore the cool bleach smell of geosynchronous orbital hypercapitalism in morning the exact same zero degree cool massively abstracted and terminally vacated neuro-stink of our simulated biosynth lover's hot psychedelic slot henry swanson: post analysis - the previous pseudocode was more some half lame gibson-esque 'cyberplunk' leg pull than any hhos (ha-ha-only-serious) attempt to imitate the mighty ballard nobody lab codes like ballard - nobody we therefore have to seriously address diffused ambient notion that jg's unique hardcore image coding editing and compiling does accesses stimulate previously untapped regions of the collective media ebrain a new old organ better fitted to understanding monolithic psychological blandscapes of say the ongoing atrocity exhibition a elf cryptic blueprint for construction of a time travel device researcher we can't believe that beautiful mad big scientist is dead we have to perform more theoretical rnd into ir unique mediatic workspace - keep it as fresh varied radial and as disturbingly alive as ballard's own visionary rnd // republic of bob