The churning of a human mind is unpredictable, as is the anatomy of the human heart.

At present, however, I don't think the Net is a very good medium for books, books should really be inexpensive lightweight paperbacks you can bang around.

I think dry nanotechnology is probably a dead-end.

For me, the best thing about cyberpunk is that it taught me how to enjoy shopping malls, which used to terrify me. Now I just pretend that the whole thing is two miles below the moon’s surface, and that half the people’s right-brains have been eaten by roboticized steel rats. And suddenly it’s interesting again.

In any case, A New Kind of Science is a wonderful book, and I'm still absorbing its teachings.

Science fiction writers put characters into a world with arbitrary rules and work out what happens.

It's a waste to chase the pipe dream of a magical tiny theory that allows us to make quick and detailed calculations about the future. We can't predict and we can't control. To accept this can be a source of liberation and inner peace. We're part of the unfolding world, surfing the chaotic waves.