I've always been fascinated by the world of cyberpunk, in all its forms. If you were to ask me even today, "Star Wars or Star Trek?", my answer would still be: "Blade Runner."
I still remember the first time I saw Zero Zone in a store. It was 1998, and I had owned my first PC for just a few months — a "beastly" (!) Pentium 200 MMX, as we called it back then. I could have chosen to buy a scooter, but I chose the computer instead. And I’ve never regretted that choice.
I remember, so clearly, seeing Zero Zone on that store shelf, wishing with all my heart to play it. But I never did. By the time I had saved up enough money, the game had vanished from the store. Later, when I discovered that some magazines had started to bundle full games, I began collecting them, hoping one day to finally find Zero Zone… only to realize it had been given away exactly in the issue before the first one I bought.
I’ve always wanted to play it. I've always wanted to lose myself in Megatown. However, due to some strange alignment of sliding doors, I kept missing that train. And so, for me, this game became my Ladyhawke — forever longed for, forever out of reach.
But I’m still waiting. Waiting for that eclipse that might finally let me see it — and play it.