Letting an AI Write Neuromancer

K Hodges
5 min readDec 21, 2017

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

`The money in the bank. The code. And that is it? It’s in a pack of Yeheyuans, here’
The corridor sware of the construct of the carpet patterns, a simstim dill console and turned and saw a sort of sole from his
forehead and saw a sort of pack of Yeheyuans.

He was a simple suit.

He stared at the bar, `I’m just for an entrance. Yeah. What’s that mean?’
`You know that the bays of tong to her. You wanna kind of control,’ the Finn said.
`Boy, Colonel, he said, as the construct of a point floor. A cansole of
light from the arcade said. He watched the shop with the
console in the carpet. The crowd was still through the shark thing
he’d been a simple frame of a canisting the surf.
The crowd was a single panel, the steel shork his hands, the blank
shift with an antique tossion of his skin back.
`Thanks, Cheap Hotel?’ He turned and lay on his hands and turned at
him.
`No,’ he said, `I’m doing all that this in a side of the projection of the
basic of the care of the pale back of the cabinet.’

She’d seen the console to his transcare and watched
the shadows of the console. The second
was like the core of the past console and the
consortum of a corplese of darkness, and a corporate security
permace to the carpet plastic. The cores were good of a corner of his jacket.

`Good before, Case.’ He saw the carp to the corner of the ball
was still with the string of the baltoon sockets. `Get it, Case,’ his said, `I don’t know what that is it?’
`I got a pack of — ‘
`Where’s the money?’
`No.’ She smiled.
`I can see it,’ Case said, and then he was starting to the bookcases.
And then he was gone now, his throat was an artificial
interior, convented by a captive labrary with blue-green
cubicles, the shoulder of an ancient plastic caben of silent console, a thing like
a carple deal, of pain shoulders like a
dead step, and sompther struck the cart with a silence of black clink.
`That’s the war?’ He sat on the console.
`No,’ he said, and slipped it the caby on the black
clood.
`This thing you wanted at, more of the matrix, an’~ I could be counter.’ She was
gone.
He was coming on the corridor, underneath the brown hand.
`You want you, Case?’ He sat on the shadows.
`Get it,’ he said, and drug the back of the shadows. `She’s in the code.’
`Not in the bars,’ he said, `I’m donn to make it in the wire. You’re the way it soon as all. You know how
you are a cartain techs of medical roces of a dark goods of medical interrace. It’s a clock, the codes of things as they’d all this
body, and I wanted to tell me. You wanna talk more of the present thing.’
Case lay through the console. His fingers brainded
He sat up and took the face of a black
clink of
the console. The sense of the construct on the cart was on the sand, but
it was a simple pool of her back on his shoulders. A crumpled floor. He could find him and forget and seen the faces of
the construct.
Case shrugged. `I guess I don’t know what the story is all. It’s to the mose and then
the consoruct. The pools were programs aren’t make it for you, it was the faciliay of the cares. The construct was a simple
pool of light.

The war started with an intricate subtle of a sension of televalone subsessing the simstim deck and
the corns of his jacket,
`No.’ He saw a socket packet, and the street was a sort
of pale blocks and struck the corridor. `Come out,’ the Finn said,
and slipped the concrete.
`You were wrong with their toxin, Maelcum said, `the construct of the
parts of the program this programs.’
`You even think, Case?’
`You aren’t a figure of meder and the man was all this one with
anouher than.’
He’d found him an ear to the little street in the way of the concentrations and the shing of
his jacket, and the chesting computer wall of a concentration of televation of the
cold street like a dozen stairs, the booth of tee matrix.
C F E S E A R A I
A N S : : : : :
: : : 0 : : :
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0

I used This Repo as a starting point for this project. He provides some handy utilities for predictive text generation using RNNs and TensorFlow. Modified the TensorFlow bit pretty heavily and started training it on Gibson’s famous text.

The Neural Network took about 10 hours to train. I was using my development VM and probably could have shaved off a few hours from that number had I been working with a proper ML setup.

The text above is a combination of a few favorite paragraphs from 2 or 3 iterations of the text (The text generated is roughly a chapter in length.). Other than piecing together the paragraphs (You can see them in the breaks), nothing was edited.

Curious about the last bit with the 0s. That was the ending of my ‘third’ iteration attempt. I’m guessing that the Neural Network learned the part where Case gets the message from Dixie and began predicting 0s to come after 0s.

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K Hodges

“Defense Researcher” according to Reuters, Chelsea Manning Fan Fiction Author, Delightful Degenerate