What do you get when you mix an expensive courier with Keanu Reeves in the 90s? Ninety minutes of cyberpunk ambition slowly losing a fistfight with its own budget. Johnny Mnemonic was meant to be William Gibson’s big screen moment, but it looks more like a dress rehearsal for The Matrix where someone forgot to pay the lighting bill.

Instead of sleek noir paranoia, we get polygon VR, a cyber-preacher assassin, and a dolphin that feels more like a punchline than tragedy. It’s not a cult classic because it nailed cyberpunk; it’s Almost a Cult Classic because you can see the good movie straining to get out from under the rubble.

When it came time to decide which of the two I would expand into a larger piece, the choice was unexpectedly difficult. Writing about my friend would have been meaningful, but the limitation of just 1,000 words felt like a disservice. Her life deserves more than a word count cap. Out of respect, I chose instead to expand on Wells’s character and write a fanfiction piece featuring the Time Traveller.

That gave me freedom: a freedom to invent, to experiment, and to engage with Wells’s world without worrying about compressing or oversimplifying a real person’s experiences.

The challenge then became stylistic. I had to keep close to Wells’s 19th-century voice while making it accessible to a modern reader. That tension shaped how I wrote dialogue, how I described scenes, and even how I played with etymology.

We don’t always get to pick when life hits pause. But even when you’re stuck resting, the mind doesn’t stop wandering. And if you’re wired anything like me, it always drifts toward projects. So, while I was horizontal and contemplating my life choices, my brain wandered to other projects; the kind you can do in your pyjamas, with one eye open.