It's everywhere now. It's downloaded into your cortex. Drips off the neon katakana of your tube hotel vacancy sign. It's hidden in the channel tuned to static on your peripheral, cyphered, cybernetic headset. It provides the foundation as well as the motivation for things high above its paygrade, but it is still only a literary genre--beyond video games. "Cyberpunk." I'm talking simstim, black mesa stuff here, not Grand Theft Hovercar.