Pain is the language we use

Neuromancer, the boy said, slitting long gray eyes against the rising sun. The lane to the land of the dead. Neuro from the nerves, the silver paths. Romancer. Necromancer. I call up the dead. I am the dead, and their land.
William Gibson – Neueomancer (1984)
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