multiwire

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NEUROMANCER sentences from the novel by william gibson. tw for strong language, drugs, death, et cetera. change pronouns as needed.

somebody's gotta be funny around here.

he's a close personal friend of mine.

what kinda creepjoint you running here?

that is so much bullshit.

i saw your girl last night.

i think i liked you better, with her.

want a cigarette?

he wants to see you with a hole in your face.

you got anywhere to sleep?

i don't like knives.

we have a cash flow problem.

nobody wants to hurt you.

you look like you like to take stupid chances.

you try to fuck around with me, you'll be taking one of the stupidest chances of your whole life.

this is your lucky day.

i was there when they invented your kind.

you're trying to con the street into killing you when you're not looking.

it's like i know you.

what i always think about first, ____, is my own sweet ass.

you don't lie still, i'll slit your fucking throat.

i can see in the dark.

i give a good massage.

i need a history lesson.

i hear they kill each other down there.

you should thank me.

you'll enjoy this. like christmas morning.

we're gonna get some breakfast, okay?

i'm good at what i do.

don't let me hurt your feelings.

you took your own good time.

you let it get out of control.

you oughta be careful.

i ran into one of your pals.

it smelled of money.

what does the bastard want?

rat in a business suit.

you know as much as you need to.

funny class of people you're mixing with.

it's a horse, man. you ever see a horse?

you're an asshole.

they don't have climate, they just have weather.

don't get too smart.

i bet you're stoned right now, asshole.

don't you want to talk?

you gonna kiss it next?

i jack in and i'm not here.

i need to plan a wardrobe.

you ever hear this voice before?

that's the stuff of legend, ain't it?

i had a cigarette and a girl and a place to sleep.

is the door locked?

all this shit is getting kind of old.

we have a lot to talk about.

it's something these guys do, is all.

you flatlined.

kill the fuckers. burn 'em.

you mind if i get dressed now?

i'm not human, but i respond like one.

are you sentient, or not?

sometimes you repeat yourself.

can't you sue them or something?

what's got into you?

i forgot how to pronounce it.

i let you out of my sight for two hours and you score.

i hope you're gonna be ready for our big dinner date.

bitch, bitch, bitch. doom. gloom. all i ever hear.

you look fucking awful.

you can't keep too good track of your women, can you?

you're really glad to see me. because we're friends, right?

you're an idiot to try that.

you gonna kill him?

maybe you hate yourself, _______.

it’s the meat talking, ignore it.

you got an eye, huh?

you are under arrest.

where did you go tonight?

i don’t think you grasp your situation.

everybody’s got a couple names.

take it easy, i can’t hardly walk today.

i was that good when i was alive.

you ever think maybe it gets on my nerves?

i don’t have this good a memory.

i’m trying to help you. because i need you. and you need me.

i can access your memory, but that’s not the same as your mind.

i got no idea why i’m here now, you know that?

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

you gotta hate somebody before this is over.

that’s all she wrote.

you trying to break my record?

you were brain dead, five seconds.

now we go out to play.

never much found anybody i gave a damn about, after that.

bad luck, it’ll do that sometimes, get you down to basics.

it would be customary for me to kill you now.

how do you cry, ________?

it’s my ass, boss, and it’s all i got.

you are a very rude girl.

i got your number, fucker.

well, guess you got problems too.

no one told me about this part.

i never saw anything this funny when i was alive.

you seem to have injured your leg.

i don’t like how any of this shit is going.

smells like church.

i think it might be fun to nurse you back to health.

you’re fucking crazy.

you aren’t anything. you’re dead, and you meant fuck all to me anyway.

i was doing just fine here, by myself.

i saw her death coming.

i’ve won jack shit.

who do i hate? tell me.

who do you love?

i never found out what color her eyes were.

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plotting call, mayhaps.

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i wanna write but i've also given myself a week to prep for an international trip, so i've been making sure i've got my ducks in a row for that

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jace probably shouldn’t be allowed in the afterlife but i’m convinced they have a kind of feral wet cat energy that makes rogue go “ok fine” for at least a week til they get kicked out for not paying their tab

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plotting call, mayhaps.

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jane, in between most of her memory wipes anyway, is very dedicated to good business practices. she might not be able to remember things, but clients do. she’s got a reputation to maintain. she’s very intentional with her words in her contracts - at least, the version of herself who made her base contracts was. she is not a thief, and will usually sniff a little at the assumption.

she just transports stuff for thieves sometimes. but that doesn’t make her any more of a thief than a delamain being used as a getaway vehicle. right?

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know that i am always laying in wait to have jane be exactly the type of person to tell you “don’t fall in love with me.” it is my favorite trope

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veronika is a decent cook. sure, it’s not like she’s always had the freshest ingredients on hand, but some of her earliest memories are standing shoulder to shoulder with her mother or her father or her grandmother. they’d hand her some package to unwrap or vegetable to cut up, when they had them. they’d show her how to make this thing just a bit more flavorful, or combine this and this to make that, et cetera.

when she lived with jackie and his mother, she picked up some recipes from mama welles and folded them into her repertoire. of course, when since she moved out and since konpeki, she’s subsisted on not-so-great takeout and plastic laced pizza. sort of a side effect of an incoming death malaise, maybe.

cooking with river, for a family? that’s nice. it gets her cooking again, too.

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gta wasted sound but it’s me hitting the ask limit

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the book of mother.

dialogue prompts from the book of mother by violaine huisman.

if only you knew how much i've done for you.

you sanctimonious little cunt.

deal with your own shit for once.

i'll love you like crazy for my whole life.

you don't know why you're crying?

well, how could i have known it was loaded?

is there an adult living here?

you're a living hell.

you've made a hell of a mess.

don't tell me you don't like ____.

one has to come down to earth, eventually.

the bigger the lie, the more plausible it is.

reality is always stranger than fiction.

the richer people are, the cheaper they are.

perhaps poetry can help a person live a little longer.

i can't help making a mess of things, everywhere i go.

if you want something done right, do it yourself.

the devil finds work for idle hands.

anybody can read books and quote from them like a moron.

restraint doesn't suit you. it's antithetical to your personality.

love and language: two things that inevitably fall short.

the truth of a life is the fiction that sustains it.

you always find something to criticize.

what's the harm? no one will find out.

i'm not in love. it's something else.

don't be a fool. you can't do anything in life without money.

i don't know what i've gotten myself into, or how i'm going to get out of it.

whatever breaks can be replaced.

you are nothing if not full of contradictions.

i can't stand seeing you like this.

you must think i'm a moron.

you lie like homer.

i feel like i'm drowning.

breathe. in through your nose, out through your mouth.

you don't realize how serious this is.

with all due respect, please fuck off.

'perfect' is the enemy of 'good'.

i'd like to have a choice.

we pulled it off. we got what we wanted.

just in case. you never know.

you don't even come home anymore.

you're going to fuck it all up. and for what?

i'm not sure i really know you.

i'm not at all strong anymore.

were you at the back of the line when god gave out brains?

it's over. ___ is gone.

what is it? what's wrong? talk to me.

it's a bit much, don't you think?

i never said i was a role model.

okay, what's next? we all go hang ourselves?

i've already mourned ___.

i don't know how to pray, just how to beg.

will you ever stop asking me to justify my every move?

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maybe like this and i’ll send memes.

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jace is the type of person to be like (sigh) i was born in the wrong generation and they are talking about that one guy who nuked a building

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jc jett, usually known as jace, is the last organic author in night city. or that's what it feels like, anyway. writes a lot of speculative science fiction with a real attempt at anti-corpo-capitalist undertones. not a nc native, they moved here to 'find inspiration' only to find out the city is like, the biggest escape room ever. they're competing with a veritable army of ai slop to get published. they've rigged up an old 2020s printer and sell their stuff in pamphlets a lot. a little insufferable but also genuinely talented.

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an attempt was made to make veronika look a bit more like her fc …..

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updated the muse list with vi’s info … slowly but surely

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can i be real? i liked mr hands more before the update/PL

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you must have me confused with someone else. / vega to jane!

her umbrella bathes her in a nice, dry pink. well, it wasn’t hers specifically. she’d yanked it out of a stand when the rain had started and been pleasantly surprised to find it was the holographic kind. it glowed in all the dim grayish-brown rain, and jane should have felt safe just by association. should have, being the operative word. see, there was someone following her. there was a good chance it was just the umbrella’s owner, but her bet was that they were after the shard currently nested in her neural port. nice and safe and unreadable, so long as it remained there.

safety in numbers, and all that. jane had scanned the street for the most modded up person she could find, assumed they were a solo, and pressed close. respectfully, though. except nobody in this goddamn city knew how to play along, huh? jane adjusted her umbrella to cover the other’s shoulder. a gesture of goodwill.

“ no, ” she smiled. “ i’m pretty certain, i remember. ” a very, very funny joke just for herself. when jane moves her head so that her tail can’t read her lips, at least she hopes so. “ i’m being followed, ” she murmured. “ do you see him? ”