The near-blinding kaleidoscope of lights and color faded to blackness as my virtual reality headset powered down. Pulling the headset away, I yawned and blinked, my eyes adjusting to the LED lighting that bathed my gaming space in neon. I fumbled to turn off the lights. Many colleagues of mine had taken to configuring such devices with voice recognition and control, but truthfully, I was too uneasy to do so myself, fearing who might be listening on the other end.

I checked the device in my pocket for the current time. Damn. Later than I hoped.

I walked sluggishly away to bed, punching buttons on the slab in my hand until alarms were set, calendars were reviewed, and quiet again took the space.

Imagine being in the Victorian Era and reading a sci-fi novel on how daily life in the future includes dodging nigerian princes, offering you millions of dollars, and penis enlargement offers.

def the dumbest cyberpunk story

And that is all they did for the next 36 hours.

Honestly, it would be fun to rewrite an old story with modern terminology.