Snow Crash
Neal Stephenson, 1992
A pizza-delivering hacker, a sword-carrying skate courier and a Sumerian virus loose in a balkanised America of franchised enclaves. Fast, funny and unnervingly prophetic.
Neal Stephenson
'Metaverse' was Stephenson's own coinage, invented in this 1992 novel; the word then waited thirty years for the technology to catch up with it.
Feels like unease, wonder and memory.
A delivery man's professional pride, measured out in firepower.
The Deliverator never pulled that gun in anger, or in fear. He pulled it once in Gila Highlands. Some punks in Gila Highlands, a fancy Burbclave, wanted themselves a delivery, and they didn’t want to pay for it. Thought they would impress the Deliverator with a baseball bat. The Deliverator took out his gun, centered its laser doo-hickey on that poised Louisville Slugger, fired it. The recoil was immense, as though the weapon had blown up in his hand. The middle third of the baseball bat turned into a column of burning sawdust accelerating in all directions like a bursting star. Punk ended up holding this bat handle with milky smoke pouring out the end. Stupid look on his face. Didn’t get nothing but trouble from the Deliverator. Books by Neal Stephenson
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