Cyberpunk Needs a Reboot
Cyberpunk once stood out as a vital genre of anti-capitalist fiction. Today, it’s been reduced to a cool retro aesthetic easily appropriated by the world’s second-richest man to market ugly Blade Runner–inspired trucks to nostalgia-drenched Gen Xers.

Illustration by Cat Sims
If you think irony is dead, you’d only have to observe Elon Musk’s recent tweet about Cyberpunk 2077.
“I picked Nomad, so [the] start was a little slow, but picks up fast,” he replied when asked if he’d had a chance to play Polish studio CD Projekt Red’s long-awaited video game in December.
According to the game’s lore, Nomads are former wage slaves who’ve been blackballed from their jobs and forced to wander the world’s wastelands like the dispossessed desert dwellers of Mad Max. My own Nomad, a gravelly voiced ruffian named “V,” is a man on the margins attempting to climb the ranks of the shadow economy of Night City — the unofficial capital of Cyberpunk’s neon-hued hellscape.