Syndicate Is Technically The First Game I

Science Casts A Long Black Shadow Back Over Who We Think We Are, And Where It Falls The Temperature Falls With It. Its Touch Is Chilly And Unforgiving.

Culture Is Like A Smog. To Live Within It, You Must Breathe Some Of It In And, Inevitably, Be Contaminated.

For All That We Have Done, As A Civilization, As Individuals, The Universe Is Not Stable, And Nor Is Any Single Thing Within It. Stars Consume Themselves, The Universe Itself Rushes Apart, And We Ourselves Are Composed Of Matter In Constant Flux. Colonies Of Cells In Temporary Alliance, Replicating And Decaying And Housed Within, An Incandescent Cloud Of Electrical Impulse And Precariously Stacked Carbon Code Memory. This Is Reality, This Is Self Knowledge, And The Perception Of It Will, Of Course, Make You Dizzy.

I Think Certainly If I'd Started Getting Published When I Was In My Early Twenties, I Was Quite Sheltered Then And Didn't Know Anything Much About The World. I Hadn't Had Any Direct Experience Of How The World Works.

For Me, Any Fiction Of Nobles And Swords Necessarily Has To Be A Story Of Corruption, Injustice And Savagely Violent Conflict - Because Any Other Treatment Is Going To Have All The Heft And Realistic Honesty Of A Bedtime Fairy Tale For Five Year Olds.