#future noir

[scipunk]

Blade Runner (1982)

[virna333]

[curatorofthisdigitalmorass]

Blade Runner (1982)

[tokyofuturnoir]

[sayxit]

You’re lonely…

Those nights where you meet the memory that never was

[sleepingxawake]

I love mashing sounds together and calling it music and making videos on YouTube. Wanna see what I do?

Here ya go:

All: https://sleepingawake.carrd.co/

YT: https://www.youtube.com/@sleepingxawake

Bandcamp: https://sleepingawake.bandcamp.com/

Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/sleepingawake

Discord (21+): https://discord.gg/VBHA4NfsJt

[filthyneverdie]

NAMO - Ninth Form Motoko

[mabusepl]

My new set of Blade Runner

[machetelanding]

Harrison Ford & Ridley Scott on the set of Blade Runner (1982)

[spacenoirdetective]

Future cityscapes by Bryan Mark Taylor

[litrpgburrito]

The chrome gleamed faintly in the neon glow emanating from Remy's noodle stand across the street. Here, at The Caffeinated Cog, the only shine came from the warm mugs cradled by hands both augmented and unaugmented. It was a haven for those seeking a break from the glitz of Neo-Seattle, a place where the music spoke softer than the whir of gears.

This evening, the stage was bathed in the soft orange glow of a simulated sunset. A hush fell over the usual smattering of patrons – a lone cyborg with a saxophone perpetually welded to his arm, a group of students with glowing earbuds plugged into a central hub, and a pair of teenagers whispering shyly over steaming mugs of jawa.

Then, came the melody. It started slow, a bluesy riff that seemed to emanate from the worn wooden guitar cradled by the newcomer. Her hair, a riot of purple dreads, was the only splash of color against her dark clothes. As she played, the entire cafe seemed to vibrate with a melancholic energy.

One by one, the other musicians joined in. The saxophone sighed a counterpoint, the earbuds pulsed with a rhythmic bassline, and a lone spoon clinked out a countermelody against a mug. It wasn't a performance, it was a conversation, a sharing of stories through a language older than chrome and circuits.

As the last note faded, a smattering of applause broke the silence. The purple-haired woman smiled, a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. Then, she shouldered her guitar and melted back into the shadows, leaving behind a cafe full of strangers, each a little less alone than before.

[scipunk]

Max Headroom (1987)

[virna333]

[curatorofthisdigitalmorass]

Blade Runner (1982)

[tokyofuturnoir]

[w-i-m-m]