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Space Camp: "I plug in to the VR node"
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Damn. An actual VR node. Sure, it's vision-only -- but when's the last time you even saw one let alone got to touch one?
It's chrome sides remind you of some old-time artist's renderings. Geeger-something. Hard to think people once were hip enough to imagine the future but didn't have the brains to actually come up with something better than portable music pods. You crane your neck ever so slightly and furtively dart your eyes over to the chaperone as if to say, "can I actually touch these things?" But you know that nothings is going to stop you putting it on.
It feels slicker than you remember from the exhibit in Cleveland 2. But even then, you'd only had it on for like 3 seconds before the next kid in a long line snaking around the corner got his turn on it.
And warmer somehow. The two sensations seem paradoxical. You imagine what that Geeger dude would have thought putting his head in one of these. Probably violated. You sem to remember he was some kind of a sci-fi perv. Then again who isn't these days. Heck, even the Japanese are sick of the whole "tentacle and space" genre.
Leave it to Americans to ruin an entire culture.
Somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that you have already begun looking for porn.
With a zen-like closing of your eyes you squelch your hacker/slacker reflex and think good thoughts. Ohm. Ohm.
Ohm. Crap. You remember just in time that the VR node needs to be shaken every 30 seconds or so when your eyes are closed or else it shuts down, assuming you are asleep.
What were you looking for? Porn. Right.
No! Not porn. Even though virtual node porn must be pretty damn good if they outlawed it at all the schools within hours of its announcement on Google-V 5 years back.
Information. On the moon. The moon. Space Camp.
No luck. There are about a million bifurcating lines going out from every sub-node on the main menu screen alone. You're not even sure where "moon" would be!
Jesus, who actually uses these things for research?
Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm.
It's working this time. Good. Dr. Pareesh's essay writing techniques are coming back to you. You're pretty sure you can handle this warm, slimy chrome gadget that probably cost millions per installation.
[ What do you search for? ]
Damn. An actual VR node. Sure, it's vision-only -- but when's the last time you even saw one let alone got to touch one?
It's chrome sides remind you of some old-time artist's renderings. Geeger-something. Hard to think people once were hip enough to imagine the future but didn't have the brains to actually come up with something better than portable music pods. You crane your neck ever so slightly and furtively dart your eyes over to the chaperone as if to say, "can I actually touch these things?" But you know that nothings is going to stop you putting it on.
It feels slicker than you remember from the exhibit in Cleveland 2. But even then, you'd only had it on for like 3 seconds before the next kid in a long line snaking around the corner got his turn on it.
And warmer somehow. The two sensations seem paradoxical. You imagine what that Geeger dude would have thought putting his head in one of these. Probably violated. You sem to remember he was some kind of a sci-fi perv. Then again who isn't these days. Heck, even the Japanese are sick of the whole "tentacle and space" genre.
Leave it to Americans to ruin an entire culture.
Somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that you have already begun looking for porn.
With a zen-like closing of your eyes you squelch your hacker/slacker reflex and think good thoughts. Ohm. Ohm.
Ohm. Crap. You remember just in time that the VR node needs to be shaken every 30 seconds or so when your eyes are closed or else it shuts down, assuming you are asleep.
What were you looking for? Porn. Right.
No! Not porn. Even though virtual node porn must be pretty damn good if they outlawed it at all the schools within hours of its announcement on Google-V 5 years back.
Information. On the moon. The moon. Space Camp.
No luck. There are about a million bifurcating lines going out from every sub-node on the main menu screen alone. You're not even sure where "moon" would be!
Jesus, who actually uses these things for research?
Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm.
It's working this time. Good. Dr. Pareesh's essay writing techniques are coming back to you. You're pretty sure you can handle this warm, slimy chrome gadget that probably cost millions per installation.
[ What do you search for? ]