There is a saying in Cyberpunk of William Gibson’s, that the street finds its own uses for things. The idea is that people who make their living on the streets, the criminal underbelly, will come up with their own uses for the various technology that gets into their possession. The main quote example shows below to see the sort of idea in use in cyberpunk.
If your main squeeze has just decided to walk out on you, booze and Vasopressin are the ultimate in masochistic pharmacology; the juice makes you maudlin and the Vasopressin makes you remember, I mean really remember. Clinically they use the stuff to counter senile amnesia, but the street finds its own uses for things. So I’d bought myself an ultraintense replay of a bad affair; trouble is, you get the bad with the good. Go gunning for transports of animal ecstasy and you get what you said, too, and what she said to that, how she walked away and never looked back.
Do we need the Townies? Their stories usually don’t compare to the challenges you get going through dungeons and fighting monsters. Usually its page upon page of dialogue, possibly with voice acting, but it doesn’t really match the adrenaline surges you experience going through monster filled areas searching for Macguffins.
Ever look at the games we play, the movies we watch and the books we read and see that they’re all pretty much the same. I mean, TV Tropes did a great job of storing a lot of the commonalities into categories and allowing you to search it by show, by topic or various other means. What this shows is that no matter what school of thought you follow, whether there is three, seven, twenty, thirty-six or whatever number of plots, in the end, as the Barenaked Ladies sang, ‘It’s all been done before’, and in some ways it has. Though it isn’t as bad as what was said by Max in the movie Strange Days:
“You know how I know it’s the end of the world? Everything already been done. Every kind of music’s been tried. Every kind of government’s been tried, every fucking hairstyle, bubble gum flavors, you know, breakfast cereal. What are we going to do? How are we going to make another thousand years? I’m telling you, man, it’s over. We used it all up.”