The world around you fade to black. Suddenly, among the void that populates your existence, a stream of neon lights flies by you. It condenses itself into endless sky scrapers, clad in chrome and sporting cultures of neon advertising, the meaning of which is beyond you. It features shapes and strange contorted bodies, animated to squabble on the screen wildly. Strange anthropomorphic creatures strut on flats extending from the buildings, the levels far below alight with rushing vehicles of makes and models from worlds afar. You descend to the creatures on the dock below. They are of every specie and mutation imaginable, clad in various outfits featuring advanced technological enhancements, protective equipment, weaponry, and other devices that pass well beyond your mode of understanding.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is Cyberpunk.