Cyberpunk isn't dead. Not by any means. The term "cyberpunk" may be dated, but the movement it stands for is alive and breathing. How can I say this? Because I've seen it, experienced it, lived it. It's much more than a sci-fi derivative, although that's where its roots lie—it's your mom sitting at the computer, using this baffling "e-mail" for the first time; it's drug-addled teens at an industrial concert or hackers and script kiddies at a 2600 meeting; it's the software giants, battling for control of a digital world in some kind of corporate titanomachy. It's the synthetic, artificial lifestyle we so take for granted that it seems natural to us. Cyberpunk is on the news, in our homes, in our fucking minds. We are all cyberpunks, because we are living in the 21st century. Every day it is seeping like quicksilver through our very existence, indiscriminately blending fiction and reality past the bounds of discernability. It's an entire generation, raised on Nintendo, gorged on information, and handed the keys to a boundless world where physical limitations no longer apply. This magazine is evidence of that. In this magazine you will find articles, artwork, and original fiction from people all over the globe. Call it "cyberpunk," call it what you will. This is the human race.

From Issue 0x01, May 2004