Molly Millions: Street Samurai of the Sprawl.

"Her mirrors were silver, and in their reflection the Sprawl burned."

Molly Millions walks out of the pages of William Gibson’s Neuromancer and into myth.

In the neon alleys of Chiba and the choking concrete of the Sprawl, her name became a warning. She wasn’t muscle-for-hire — she was the blade corporations prayed wouldn’t be pointed their way.

Her razor claws slide from beneath her nails with surgical precision, monomolecular edges sharp enough to cut steel. Her mirrored lenses, surgically implanted, erase the human gaze, leaving only the cold shimmer of red light and the certainty of violence.

Beside Case, she tore into the corporate labyrinths of Tessier-Ashpool and beyond, a living ghost whose body was both weapon and armor. Molly was never just a character — she was a prophecy, the shape of a future where flesh is rewritten by steel and survival means never looking back.

This illustration is a tribute to Neuromancer — the novel that rewired our dreams of cyberspace — and to Molly, the razor’s edge of Gibson’s Sprawl.