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July 04, 2007
Virtual Reality: 1948
From The Lion of Comarre by Sir Arthur C. Clarke, Thrilling Wonder Stories, August 1949 First, some background... One thousand years in the future, Richard Peyton has located the fabled city of Comarre, constructed by a social movement called the Decadents, and lost to humanity for five hundred years. It's located in a huge continental nature preserve, where overflights are strictly prohibited. Lucky, that. Surprised by its compact form factor (but then, if it sprawled it would have been rediscovered years earlier), Peyton effects a successful entry to the brooding, mysterious structure. Wandering its deserted halls, he finds a strangely uniform interior plan. Most of the structure is devoted to lavishly appointed sleeping chambers. Peyton is an engineer, possibly the best of his generation, and he's itching to find and master the legendary technology rumor attributes to the lost city. But time passes and he grows weary. Perhaps a brief nap is in order? Certainly there's no shortage of beds. His head has barely hit the pillow when he experiences a curiously vivid dream. If Richard Peyton had ever known time, that knowledge was forgotten now. Only the present was real, for both past and future lay hidden behind an impenetrable screen...In his enjoyment of the present Peyton was utterly content... By a stroke of luck, he is awakened by the ringing of his pocket phone... Later he was never able to recollect anything of his life on the island. He had known many companions, but their names and faces had vanished beyond recall. Love, peace of mind, happiness--all were his for a brief moment of time. And yet he could remember no more than the last few moments of his life in paradise... That symbol is the lotus flower... The human mind was a delicate, sheltered thing, having no direct contact with the world and gathering all its knowledge and experience through the body's senses. It was possible to record and store thoughts and emotions as earlier men had once recorded sound on miles of wire. Yes. The consciousness of another sleeper. Luckily, Peyton was a truly brilliant engineer, so the five hundred year old control interface posed few challenges for him... One after another he checked the circuits on the board. The great majority were dead, but perhaps fifty were still operating. And each of them carried all the thoughts, desires, and emotions of the human mind... Observing from a technicians monitoring board, Peyton is able to gain some insight into the tricks the hardware uses to work its illusions... He could see the flaws in these synthetic worlds, could observe how all the critical faculties of the mind were numbed while an endless stream of simple but vivid emotions was poured into it. I had initially planned to compare Comarre with "The Matrix", but after thinking it over, I realized it's much closer in concept to "The Menagerie". Unlike Neo's playground of the mind, Comarre is not a multi-user domain. Its builders were looking for an escape from reality analogous to narcotics. The real trick here is the creation of an utterly believable surrogate reality that gives you exactly what you really want. Hmm. Perhaps there's a little bit of Forbidden Planet in there too. Here's some bonus futurity for extra credit. To reach Comarre, Peyton had to hike twenty miles through an African nature preserve. It's amusing to see how he coped with the experience... For almost the first time in his life Peyton was experiencing Nature as it had been in the days before man existed. Yet it was not the wildness of the scene that he found so strange. Peyton had never known silence. Always there had been the murmur of machines...Peyton found the silence unnerving and did what almost any man of his time would have done. He pressed the button of his personal radio that selected the background-music band. Yes, any man of the thirty-first century would almost certainly turn to his pocket radio-phone for a soothing dose of elevator music. So, mile after mile, Peyton walked steadily through the undulating country of the Great Reservation...He carried with him that mist of unobtrusive music that had been the background of men's lives almost since the discovery of radio. posted by Justin on 07.04.07 at 11:42 AM
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I've been trying to fix these glitches, but Justin's last post ("A Perfect Day") seems to work fine if I click on the main link or the comment link. I'm curious. Could you try again? Eric Scheie · July 5, 2007 07:21 PM I've been reading, and enjoying, all your recent posts from this book. I can't tell you how many times my kids have heard me bemoan how restricted -- how controlled and regimented -- their lives are compared to my childhood. My puzzle is figuring out how to introduce a little unsafe creative chaos into their lives. In a safe way, of course. Getting a divorce is as close as I've come so far. You should check out "The Dangerous Book for Boys", a recent bestseller. Apparently this topic resonates with a lot of people. Sean · July 5, 2007 08:11 PM fruitlessly Cicero sizings meddle interrelating Swedes counsels - Tons of interesdting stuff!!! Anonymous · July 6, 2007 02:05 PM Post a comment
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