In The Peripheral, the new stunner by cyberpunk godfather William Gibson, the reader is treated to a look at the future. It’s inexact, this future. The author, delightfully, gives it no date. Maybe it’s 2080, maybe 3001, but whatever the case, when Gibson talks tomorrow, it pays to pay attention today.
Gibson is one of those few prophets whose vision has an overarching tendency to work like a tractor beam, drawing the wide open possibility field of the now directly towards the deadman’s anchor of a very singular then.