Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
In the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes boiled in from
the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like a film compiled
of random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred, fragmented mandala
of visual information. - "Neuromancer"
Two Ion Age miniatures, from the recent "Precinct Adventurers" set.