Puff of white vape, like a winter locomotive in an old movie. „Sorry. I know it’s weird. That’s part of why I keep thinking it’s not real. What’s the other part?“
„You’re fucking impossible, as far as I know. Too advanced. Too slick. Or maybe the opposite of slick? Too organic?“
„Organic’s for tea“, Eunice said. „Tulpagenics. Google tulpa, I get Tibetan occult thoughtforms. Or I get people on the Internet who’ve invented their own imaginary friends.“
„I know. I did too.“
„I don’t feel Tibetan,“ Eunice said. „Or invented.“
- Bill Gibson – Conversation in Dolores Park, late November, evening. Veröffentlicht als fotografiertes Manuskript, April 2016.