ABSTRACT
I am not a scientist, an academic or a Net guru. I am a science fiction writer-inhabitant of the boundary area between our knowledge of the world out there, our science and its technologies; and the reports we have from the inner world of subjective experience: ideology, interpretation, metaphor, myth. These spaces interpenetrate each other. It is impossible to say anything about science without using the human language of fiction (there are no equations without metaphors); impossible to construct a fiction that involves no hypothesis about how the world works. Yet they present themselves, in our society, and perhaps in all societies that ever were, as separate systems. My business is with the interface between them. I look for analogues, homologues, convergent evolutions, fractals, coincidences, feedback loops. Like the railway passenger Gnat in Alice, I am a pun-detecting machine. Or else I am a bower-bird, picking up shiny scraps from all aspects of the current state of the world, and arranging them in a way that seems pleasing to me. Look on this chapter as a visit to an artist’s studio: specifically to the studio of the science/fiction of cyberspace. Which is to say, a visit to some recent images of the state of
consciousness, plucked from science and fiction-images of what it means to be a member of the State of Self.
