<@khmer> all right that's it <@khmer> i'm writing a cyberfunk novel <@khmer> our protagonist discovers that the Global Parliament has a devious plan, implemented through the net to seize and hold a monopoly over all the world's getdownium, the mysterious isotope that powers the party reactor <@khmer> "He parted his fiberlocks* (a postwar hairstyle of some renown, consisting of dreadlocks interwoven with flickering FiOS cable) and regarded the screen with his characteristic cool smirk that barely concealed his dismay. He was on to them, and he hadn't the foggiest idea what to do next." <@khmer> "His triple-humbucked, rosewood terminal, hung with OLED prayer flags and reeking of pure THC, had the nerve at this moment to taunt him with a particularly insistent blink of the cursor." <@khmer> " [bootsy@mothership /~]% " <@khmer> "Shit," he said. <@khmer> "God damn." <@khmer> (bootsy collins uses tcsh because bernie told him it stands for "too cool so hot")