don’t act like you’re on some holy crusade when you make a video game with neon and rain and the look of cyberpunk but then throw in stuff like how women’s rights and basic income are the backbone of a dystopia
don’t make a movie with scarlett johansson playing a poor send-up to motoko kusanagi and then lack the spine to even mention the socio-political points of why the character prefers a caucasian chassis in the first place (spoiler alert: it makes incredibly unkind point about western women). especially don’t call it feminist when the themes and narrative are stripped away in favor of a generic revenge tale. don’t retell akira and put it within and about the culture that dropped those nukes in the first place. the teenage edgelord connoisseurs can just go watch these anime and film in the first place
don’t copyright the word ‘cyberpunk’ no matter how noble your intentions are. you have no real way of guaranteeing that your successors at your place of work will share your sentiments.
don’t tell another faux-deep story that cosplays badly as Blade Runner about a hacker or a detective or an android and his manpain
don’t give me more cool-looking stuff that either lacks the teeth to get political or has the fundamental politics of the genre contorted and perverted so that spoiled Gen X dudes never have to challenge themselves or their way of life.
You need to follow the three rules of being a Power Ranger. You must never use your power for personal gain. You must never escalate a fight unless your enemy forces you to. And you must never reveal your identity. Ever.
When three college students get their wishes granted, all hell breaks loose on campus. But after a rowdy week with their new superpowers, one of their classmates gets powers of her own – including the power to correct all the damage they’ve done. Or cause far, far worse on her own.