I think what I'm going to do is create a spreadsheet/table of companies- try and map out the different industries you'd need in a world like that, and then set about developing a reasonable number of 'corps for each of them. I've already got something like six different ones in mind for food production, covering new-growth agriculture, recycled nutrients, and a couple of different methods of protein creation... but then, agricorps are easy. Nobody's going to screw with the food supply- why, you'd have to be some sort of madman to even... oh. Right. ^^
Drakensis: I found it, and read the first chapter. Have to say, it's really aged. That was written back when gratuitous Japanese was cool, wasn't it?
On Cyberpsychosis: I think this might illustrate my current opinion on the effects of getting 'borged.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Drakensis: I found it, and read the first chapter. Have to say, it's really aged. That was written back when gratuitous Japanese was cool, wasn't it?
On Cyberpsychosis: I think this might illustrate my current opinion on the effects of getting 'borged.
Quote:"Y'listen to those Purity whackos out there- you'll be thinkin' chrome makes you crazy. Look, man, I know crazy. Crazy is the old man down the street who was cuttin' up kids 'cause he never had any. Crazy is that guy in the Reds- you know the one- was blowin' up schools and hospitals couple of years back. Y'want crazy? Look in the mirror, 'cause both those guys? Nothin' but meat.-Anonymous member of the New Detroit Blues to Helena MacOlafsson, as recorded in the documentary Cyber In The Streets: How The Common Man Sees Human Augmentation.February 16th, 2164.
S'not the chrome that makes psychos, 'less you get it wrong. Seen docs'll hack at your brain, just to see what happens. Had a brother go in for some quick new arms- said he found a doc would fix him up, cheap. Next day, he snapped. Started slashin' people up like some kind of animal. Took three of us t'put him down.
Get an eye that don't see right, or a leg that don't quite fit? Yeah, I could see it drivin' you nuts- that stuff hurts like a mother... or maybe if you're already dancin' on the line, a bit of cyber'd push you over- 'specially if you didn't ask for it. Y'gotta accept who you are- what you are- but who doesn't?
Plenty of normals don't accept themselves, go out killin'. Y'don't blame them for being meat. Why blame us for havin' chrome?"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.