I dreamt of my first first-person VR experience. You know, like in eXistenZ, that Cronenberg movie? It was so vivid the wake up call barely pulled me back. I choose a different body type but something that was still somewhat like me and went up an elevator, alone into a new world. Since it was my first time, I could only start at floor 2. So I went up and started exploring. I found some party friends, who were really partying it up. And then I started exploring the city. I was walking around and this couple was standing together, and we started talking. I recognized them from my waking life. They recognized me, although I was not myself. It was Sean, whispering to Erika (although I could hear him), you know, that person is a lot like Heather, and I gave a look of recognition, and he immediately got it and said something like, Ah, it is you Heather. And then we went on about talking about VR, the environment and why/how I choose who I did and how my essence still came out.
It's probably one of those random dreams mashing up my recent re-start reading of Trouble on Triton (which I think should be bundled with Mez's More than Human) and my travels yesterday.
But I got me thinking. What if there was a way to transport the essence, the soul, your consciousness into a virtual reality? There will be a way someday. (Just read Kurzweil.) And actually there is a way you can do it today. It's called magic. Sorcery. And the stories are hard to believe, but why not? (Because there are more things in Heaven and Earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy, said the Old Baird.)
I've heard stories of people channeled, their essences trapped (or placed) in objects. A small shard of pottery found in central Mexico held the memories of a sacrificial slaughter. These are power objects. Energy infused beyond the regular object make-up.
I could go on with this, but I have to be disciplined and jump in the shower and get ready for my day. But I'll be thinking about this topic, even as I discuss business opportunities 30 stories above the city.
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