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- Vortexia had already passed out on the floor of his office. Left alone, I
- sat up and opened the umm-teenth can of Cola for the evening, then sat
- down again and turned to face the ominous grey box which dominated so much of
- my life.
-
- I began to think back to earlier that evening, when Vortexia had been talking
- to me about how much he'd love to get into a 4x4 and spend some time
- travelling up the East Coast of Africa with some friends, void of any
- interruptions from his usual high-pressure lifestyle. I began to think about
- if he'd ever actually do it, if he would ever snap and leave computers for the
- rest of his life and what he would do if he did leave them - they were his
- life.
-
- I wondered how we had come to be the way we were, and exactly what sparked off
- the curiosity that ultimately made us the cyberpunks we had become. I pondered
- this for some time, pausing every so often to take another sip of Cola,
- carefully replacing it on the air conditioner each time to keep it cold.
-
- It eventually came to me that the Cyberpunk nation was in fact united purely
- by its fragmentation. We were united by the fact that despite we were all very
- different people, with different viewpoints and different cultural backgrounds,
- we could still co-exist and actually benefit from eachother, something never
- seen in the rest of the world.
-
- Coming from South Africa, most of us had gone through apartheid and all of us
- had experienced the common lack of respect for other people present in all
- races in our country. A Black friend of mine, Cache, has a crappy, handwritten,
- torn piece of paper as his birth certificate and although SA wouldn't accept him
- then, and expected him to be content with the zero respect they showed him from
- birth - the hacker community welcomed him with open arms.
-
- And yet, the outside world remains to distrust our nation - we are the malicious
- imbeciles continously plotting on new ways to erase their data and ruin their
- lives. And even now, *5 years* after apartheid, in the time of a new, so-called
- "enlightened" government, the negative image the world has given us continues to
- hound us. Why - you may ask - Let me tell you why...
-
- No government exists without internal corruption, such a thing would be
- impossible. The type of people who would want to be in a political party are
- generally power-seeking gluttons to start with. Sure, I am generalising on that
- point, but I would like to see some-one who can prove otherwise. And we, the
- cyberpunk nation, are a threat to our perfect little governments - Because We
- have the ability to, and will, expose government corruption at every possible
- oppurtunity because we are moral people who want to assist those who are
- governed and *not* those who govern. We are the TRUE servants of the people, and
- yet, they are the very ones who distrust us.
-
- But I can never expect our negative image to truly disappear, the government,
- ever becoming more corrupt and ever trying harder to cover up the truth, are
- simply too powerful a force to defeat. The cyberpunks will remain in the shadows
- and the truth will never be known. Perhaps the rest of the world isn't ready
- for it to happen anyway.
-
- Lost. The forgotten minority. The people with no hatred...
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