SPECTROPIA SUITE - A CYBERPUNK NOVELLA E-Book

Christian Dörge

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Spectropia Suite. A description of a 21st century text?

It’s a post-modernistic society. Globalisation of companies has pre-occupied lives, individualism and has eliminated the cultural and artistic artefacts as well. Information is recycled through past philosophy and styles within the world’s history and culture.

The Spectropia Suite allows human beings to link themselves to the age of arts and literature.

Inside the Spectropia Suite there’s: analysis, meaning and association.

SPECTROPIA SUITE, the short story, is about a late 21st century computer hacker named K.; he created a program within the program to return – virtually – to the City of Prague (19.2 K in thousand). He’s is on a search for a man called Franz Kafka to find out what in the world is real and what is not…

Leseprobe

Christian Dörge

SPECTROPIA SUITE

A CYBERPUNK NOVELLA

Signum-Verlag

Content

The author 

The book 

SPECTROPIA SUITE 

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The author

Christian Dörge, born 1969.

Writer, dramatist, musician, theatre actor and director.

First publications in 1988 and 1989: Phenomena (novel), Opera (texts).

1989: Dörge publishes the novellas Chromatics and Hyperconnect, and he's named the first German Cyberpunk writer.

From 1989 to 1993: director of the theatre group Orphée-Dramatiques and staging

own works, Eine Selbstspiegelung des Poeten (1990), Das Testament des Orpheus (1990), Das Gefängnis (1992) and Hamlet-Monologe (2014) among others..

Various publications in anthologies and literary periodicals.

Publication of text collections Gift and Lichter von Paris (both 1993).

Since 1992 successfully as a composer and singer of his musical projects Syria and Borgia Disco and as Spoken Words-Artist in numerous musical settings; publication of more than 60 albums, among others Anonymus (1992), Ozymandias Of Egypt (1995), Metroland (1999), Slow Night (2003), Sixties Alien Love Story (2010), American Gothic (2011), Flower Mercy Needle Chain (2011), Analog (2010), Apotheosis (2011), Tristana 9212 (2012), On Glass (2014), The Sound Of Snow (2015), American Life (2015), Cyberpunk (2016) and Ghost Of A Bad Idea – The Very Best Of Christian Dörge (2017).

Return to literature in 2013: publication of the theatre plays Hamlet-Monologe and Macbeth -Monologe (both 2015) and of Kopernikus 8813 - Eine Werkausgabe (2015), an extensive collection of his more experimental works.

Christian Dörge lives and works in Sweden and Germany.

The book

Spectropia Suite. A description of a 21st century text?

It’s a post-modernistic society. Globalisation of companies has pre-occupied lives, individualism and has eliminated the cultural and artistic artefacts as well. Information is recycled through past philosophy and styles within the world’s history and culture.

The Spectropia Suite allows human beings to link themselves to the age of arts and literature.

Inside the Spectropia Suite there’s: analysis, meaning and association.

SPECTROPIA SUITE, the short story, is about a late 21st century computer hacker named K.; he created a program within the program to return – virtually – to the City of Prague (19.2 K in thousand). He’s is on a search for a man called Franz Kafka to find out what in the world is real and what is not…

SPECTROPIA SUITE

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Near-future.

Near-past. 

In front of the great, gloomy-coloured metal desk.

(What is it? Plugged into the wire?)

I woke up to discover...

»I don't know. Get back to the gate.«

We eat, we talk, we open the book:

One morning, when I woke from troubled dreams, I found myself…

...in a medical environment:

The neon scalpel cut my brain; looped day-slow across the sky.

A handgun and face appeared. I waited. Handgun and face withdrew again. Away from the machines.

And in the open section: scattered screens; frameless holographic displays; air-conditioned; no windows. The released blood from the iron table ran through silvery-blue wires downhill into the datasphere.

Cells and structures; obviously the centre of a Combat Space death-cult.  I heard a door slam somewhere below me.

Inside the ultraclear glass, I survived the initial shock: No pain; no pain. But trapped inside this thing. 

My hand ran over one side of my face. Anyone want to go K.-surfing? 

I stepped in. My mouth shaped the identification phrase:

»Name’s K. No active part in the virtual war.«

Zooming-in was almost easier.

I took a deep breath. The Simulation followed me like a subtitle. 

Passed a context mirror. Checked the facts of my human sub-design: short black hair, billycock hat, elegantly wasted face, metallic digital eyes. Raised an eyebrow. Not in the girls’ heads. 

Took a seat in front of a triangle of screens. Plugged in. The ice-quake dragged me into the hardware.

»Thank you«, the Simulation said from the inside. »You don’t need to stay.« 

The voice: familiar; pseudo-female; abstract markings on a night-black tongue. »What is the last thing you remember before you entered the room?« she asked and half-turned her head to me. »Correct terminology, please.«