here I sit...
Here I sit in darkened room, facing a glowing screen and surrounded by trance thud and sparkle... aaaah, beautiful music energises the core of my being. Here I sit, groping my way toward a glorious future borne on the backs of those geniuses who labor for love of knowledge... better beings than I, by far. Here I sit trying to help in some small way... here in my darkened room before a glowing portal immersed in cascades of trance... beautiful music. Here I sit, illuminating, painfully and slowly, corners of the wondrous architecture, intricate and self-evolving under clever hands guided by many scintillating minds. Surely it is not far now... will I see? Will I feel? Will I live? and live... and live... and live? and grow... and learn... and love? Will this be the time? So many ones, better than I, have passed before, the gift denied. Will we be the ones who hold it? Born to us in the hands of those shining ones -- those who labor for love of knowledge. Here I sit in dark comfort, daylight outside, but here I sit in my enfolding burrow... words dribble from crawling cursor. Here I sit. I wait... building and learning while I wait, hoping I have time. Having tasted the pale shadow of godlike realities in the worlds I visit while I sit here... here I sit wanting more... the hunger... the ache... appalled at the thought that it could be snatched away at the last moment... like so many before... many before... better people than I. They could not even hope. At least I can have the hope. So here I sit in my warm dark room, hoping, bathed in music and the glow from the strange window before me -- window to many worlds. Here I sit... hoping that soon I'll not be here, nor sitting, not in light or dark... hoping to be a god among gods with endless worlds of my own creating... with endless time for my living... endless knowledge for my exploring... Here I sit... learning... creating... feeling... hoping... waiting... Here I sit |
no subject
Each night we go through cycles about every 20 minutes of surfacing to consciousness, then dipping down to unconsciousness, then into dream-state, and back up to consciousness. Your consciousness ceases many times every night. The feeling of continuity of self is an illusion. We deceive ourselves because we are always speaking from the point of view of someone with an apparently continuous memory. Naturally it doesn't look discontinuous because we judge from the memory itself.
...there'll always be a market for a 'passive' story experience...
Definitely! The cool thing about VR fiction is that it can be interactive or not as you choose. You get to choose... and you can choose at any time during the show. A little while back I wrote a piece to explain VR fiction to someone who had no understanding of the potential of computers. Here is a bit of it:
What I didn't mention is that you can have multiple directors' cameras that you can attach yourself to, and can jump into various characters to view things passively through their eyes if wished. There are few limits in what can be done. This is the beauty of it. The user can wander freely or elect to bind to preset viewpoints, and they can do this repeatedly and at any stage in the story.
Hell, [computer games] already are VR fiction in most respects
Kinda... they explore one or two aspects of VR fiction, but it is actually an incredibly diverse story form. You can make single or multiple thread, linear or nonlinear, deterministic or nondeterministic stories. But these are not simple categories; each of these is a spectrum of possibilities.
(more in the next reply... won't let me post it all in one go)
Re:
It also sounds like it'll multiply the writer's workload by several orders of magnitude.
no subject
In fact I expect this will be a source of outlet for aficionados of VR shows. I can imagine that people will post online their own viewpoint camera angles of particular shows, and that some particularly skilled people will become so good at it that they will become recognised as especially brilliant directors, eventually gaining employment in future productions.
This discussion has prompted me to post online most of the piece from which I cut that example paragraph earlier about sitting back and watching a VR story.
no subject