There is something profoundly compatible about cyberpunk and chaos magick.
Not because computers are magical.
They aren’t.
Not because typing strange commands into a black terminal window will somehow cause reality to rearrange itself.
It won’t.
The connection is more interesting than that.
Chaos magick has always been concerned with operating systems.
Belief is an operating system.
Language is an operating system.
Your habits, assumptions, fears and expectations form an operating system.
Much of what you call yourself is software running automatically.
Cyberpunk gives us a contemporary language for working with this.
Instead of temples, we have terminals.
Instead of grimoires, repositories.
Instead of magical alphabets, command syntax.
Instead of the magician standing inside the circle, we have the operator sitting before the blinking cursor:
jimmy@machine:~$
Waiting for an instruction.
That is where our cybermagick begins.