The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
When I first read that opening line in the late ‘80s, I was hooked. I immediately saw the static-laced silver sky illuminating the streets, flickering above Chiba, a city filled with technology, criminals, and the destitute. It was one of the most grabbing and distinctive things I had ever read. The story that unfolded followed up on the promise the first line made. I had found something that grabbed onto my gut and pulled me into a ride like I’d never had before. Neuromancer by William Gibson started my tour of the cyberpunk genre.