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m_d_hNo lie, I went to a random Cyberpunk name generator because I'm exploring fiction-writing tools, and the first name it spit was "Bug".
Wait, that's my name! Bug is "Cyberpunk"? I liked one of the other names better, "Frag". I can envision a short story with a bartender asking her feline-enhanced patron, "What kind of mother names her kid 'Frag'?" "The kind of mother named 'Clawhammer'; now pour my god damned tequila."
Then I went to a random color generator because I wanted to rename Black Friday something else: Neon Boneyard Friday.
That's the perfect name for it! Neon Boneyard Friday, sung to the tune of Duran Duran's New Moon on Monday, although you'll have to squish the syllables a bit. Say "Neon" as one syllable "Nyon". Like in Russian, they make all their vowels start with "y". Nyon Bone-yard Friday, and a firedance through the night,
I have vertigo again, that's my excuse. I'll have to do that anti-vertigo skull-rolling exercise to fix it again -- a tiny rock of calcium has broken off inside my ear, I'll have to roll it through the spiral liquid-filled chamber until it stops fooling my body into thinking gravity is forever broken. I'm waiting until daylight, sort of enjoying the natural high of my bed spinning around, the walls oscillating, me staggering as though pissed while slamming closet doors with defensive hands as I tumble toward the bathroom for my 2am pee. My urine spiraling through the night-lit air, I'm on the International Space Station, this is pee free fall.
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Neon Boneyard.
That's not just a color, that's a global status tag. That's the title of my next story. The story of Frag Clawhammer making her first planetfall on Vertiga, where she plans to commit genocide.
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If you want to write Cyberpunk, I recommend having vertigo. Give your protagonist vertigo. Make the entire damned planet vertiginous!
Shake up the picture, the lizard mixture
With your dance on the eventide
OK, enough, T is awake, I can do the spiral skull exercises now. After I pee again.
Wait, that's my name! Bug is "Cyberpunk"? I liked one of the other names better, "Frag". I can envision a short story with a bartender asking her feline-enhanced patron, "What kind of mother names her kid 'Frag'?" "The kind of mother named 'Clawhammer'; now pour my god damned tequila."
Then I went to a random color generator because I wanted to rename Black Friday something else: Neon Boneyard Friday.
That's the perfect name for it! Neon Boneyard Friday, sung to the tune of Duran Duran's New Moon on Monday, although you'll have to squish the syllables a bit. Say "Neon" as one syllable "Nyon". Like in Russian, they make all their vowels start with "y". Nyon Bone-yard Friday, and a firedance through the night,
I have vertigo again, that's my excuse. I'll have to do that anti-vertigo skull-rolling exercise to fix it again -- a tiny rock of calcium has broken off inside my ear, I'll have to roll it through the spiral liquid-filled chamber until it stops fooling my body into thinking gravity is forever broken. I'm waiting until daylight, sort of enjoying the natural high of my bed spinning around, the walls oscillating, me staggering as though pissed while slamming closet doors with defensive hands as I tumble toward the bathroom for my 2am pee. My urine spiraling through the night-lit air, I'm on the International Space Station, this is pee free fall.
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Neon Boneyard.
That's not just a color, that's a global status tag. That's the title of my next story. The story of Frag Clawhammer making her first planetfall on Vertiga, where she plans to commit genocide.
-----
If you want to write Cyberpunk, I recommend having vertigo. Give your protagonist vertigo. Make the entire damned planet vertiginous!
Shake up the picture, the lizard mixture
With your dance on the eventide
OK, enough, T is awake, I can do the spiral skull exercises now. After I pee again.