In 1993-1994, I wrote an anthology of short stories of characters in a near-future world called Total Immersion for a zine called Fractalized, published by my friend Tristan Tomaselli.
It featured a rockstar who lived in suspended animation between concerts, had been touring for fifty years while barely aging, and used holograms of himself on stage to create surreal effects. There was a hacker that hacked the government to direct trillions of dollars to his fake defense contracting company which he used to make a base larger than a small country and inhabited by an army of clones. We got a radio response from aliens. A syrup factory augmented maple trees with computer technology, and it turned out that networked processing power, when interfaced with living tissue unburdened by a conscious ego, enabled communication with The One Soul—reincarnated eternally and non-linearly through time, carrying the full knowledge of every living being that has ever existed or ever will.
You know, standard cyberpunk fiction.
