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#nosoyyo2081, mi última novela, es ciencia ficción distópica. Si te gusta el género y conoces mi estilo, seguro que te gusta. ¿Te animas y me cuentas?

SINOPSIS

Año 2081. La gente vive segura, pero distanciada, y el mundo disfruta de una paz engañosa. Kalevi es el hijo del archiduque de Neo Svitihiod, una de las regiones-países más seguras que existen. Su padre espera que lo suceda cuando llegue el momento, pero para eso ha de casarse y tener descendencia. Sin embargo, Kalevi oculta un secreto cuya revelación no solo podría obstaculizar su ascenso, sino también acabar con el cariño de la persona que ama.

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#cifi
#cyberpunk

#WritersCoffeeClub 5 April: Sum up your current WIP in five words:

"The world will be better" (for this)

This is a (7 word) line from the ol' Man of La Mancha Musical. Cheated it down to 5 for the prompt, but this line is the basic moral arc for all of my #cyberpunk stuff. Maybe the world is too big and the powers are too entrenched to "win," but if you can make a dent and the world is a little better, then you've triumphed.

Full lyric ("Impossible Dream" is the song):

"And the world will be better for this,
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable stars!”

Discussione continua

For instance, a small excerpt from my #cyberpunk WIP Neon Citadel (actually slotted to come out this year or early next with Spaceboy Books! /selfpromo).

POV character Gash is upset he's a vampire now and his city has changed:

"When he slammed the plastic bottle down and rose, Daiyu looked back over. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were obviously drawn to the empty sake bottle and the full bowl.

“Auto-chef ruined Phil’s recipes,” Gash growled. And then, before Daiyu could say anything or before he could look at her again, he stepped back and into the deluge, the oily river in the street up to his ankles, the downpour running ashey smears along his face and soaking him to the core, and there was nothing else. Just the concrete beneath his feet and the black hot water and the LED glow of 10 billion lights reflecting down at him from the clouds, a spot-light and a “welcome home” and a big “fuck you” and of course nothing at all but rain falling on a burning city."