Something interesting happened in the field of Virtual Reality recently. A company named Teslasuit began to market the world’s first full-body VR suit or ‘haptic feedback platform’ as they call it. This device borrows technology already in use in the medical field and uses neuromuscular electrical
simulation stimulation to stimulate simulate a variety of sensations. If your VR journey takes you through polar terrain or a tropical jungle then the suit allows you to experience cold and warmth. Similarly, if you want to celebrate with your fellow game players after capturing the flag then the suit can also simulate the sensation of being hugged. You might be too sore and tender, however, because according to the manufacturers the suit can even simulate the impact of bullets and explosions on the wearer’s body. It’s a remarkable development, and one which begs the question: is the human body (with its built-in cameras, speakers, microphones, mind-boggling array of sensors, and personalised AI assistant called ‘you’) the ultimate VR body suit? Is the skin and bone that protects those delicate sensors the state-of-the-art in adaptive ‘smart clothing’?
Here’s a thought: if we’re the ‘smart clothing’ then what does this mean, exactly?
A team of engineers in Canada has spent three years designing what it describes as “smart” clothing that can be controlled using a smartphone.
Controlled using a smartphone? That’s the stuff of science fiction, isn’t it? Well, isn’t it?
Today we can climb into a cumbersome suit and push a button to immerse ourselves in imaginary worlds created by computers and code. Will future ‘software’ engineers work with DNA and atomic particles rather than C++ and Java? Could we be born into a virtual environment? More to the point, is the ‘reality’ that most people take for granted just such a virtual environment? In short, is tomorrow’s world today?
One of the core assumptions of Nick Bostrum’s Ancestor Simulation Hypothesis is that a civilisation has to possess both the technology and the desire to recreate the past.
The walkie-talkie mobile phonies known as Truman Beings sure come with a lot of sensors: eyes, ears, mouth, and of course the skin itself, which communicates pleasure and pain to the chemical-electrical computer called ‘the brain’. Oddly enough, it was Ancient Rome that introduced us to the concept of the ‘censor‘ and the dark art of censorship.
…[T]he censorship was regarded as the highest dignity in the state, with the exception of the dictatorship; it was a “sacred magistracy” (sanctus magistratus), to which the deepest reverence was due. The high rank and dignity which the censorship obtained was due to the various important duties gradually entrusted to it, and especially to its possessing the regimen morum, or general control over the conduct and the morals of the citizens. In the exercise of this power, they were regulated solely by their own views of duty, and were not responsible to any other power in the state.
The censorship continued in existence for 421 years, from 443 BC to 22 BC.
If we are in fact living in some form of ancestor simulation then it appears that the ‘censorship’ has yet to be abolished. Consider the attitude that guardians of moral rectitude take towards today’s computer games. These people derive from the same stock as those who believe that rap music (rather than an economic system maintained by suit-wearing mobsters) creates the ghettos and gang violence it portrays. As such, the concept of video games as digital dreamlands in which players can escape from ‘reality’ and act out their fantasies seems to escape them entirely.
If I recall correctly the Romans also gifted us with the concept of crucifixion. At this point you’ll have to forgive me if I succumb to temptation and check in on Pope Frankie, a.k.a. The High Judas Priestess of The New Holy Woman Umpire. What’s going on in the Holy Not-See?
Business as usual by the look of things. Still, after all that silver and gold he received in exchange for his kiss I suppose it’s hardly surprising that he should forget the ‘Golden Rule’.
Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you: do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.
Source: Matthew 7:12
I really dislike the scriptures, but after this fiasco…
…it would be remiss of me not to swallow my distaste and serve up another helping from the book he professes to live by.
Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
Source: Galatians 6:7
If laws are the product of censorship then should we lend the censor a sim-pathetic ear sensor when he falls foul of his own rules? What are we to make of this ‘infallible’ truman being who claims to be the mouthpiece of the Great System Analyst in the Sky? Does he not deserve to be mocked? Shall we take a closer look at the Halo round his head?
As money seems to be on the agenda, let’s ask the Financial Times for an opinion. It seems to have something to do with an airline. Odd that, because the exact same item also made an appearance in my previous probe.
But I digress. Or do I? After all, why should a virtual reality be a virtuous reality? Let’s take another look at that article about the Pope Fiend, because when I first clapped eyes on it I could have sworn it said ‘phone taps’ rather than ‘pope taps’. Walkie-talkie mobile phonies need to be careful. I mean, you might think you’re in the driving seat, but can you trust the source code?
Talking of sources, mind if I deep throat you for a moment or two?
As for Frankie and his
government Covenant overlords, my warning fell on deaf ears.
It seems that being prepared to believe only that which you already believe is part and parcel of the ‘problem’ of confusing a virtual reality for a spiritual one. Consider for example yesterday’s November Moon.
The November Moon’s ‘spiritual meaning’ in the Great System Analyst’s Ejaculate Simulation is best summarised by this little snippet from the above article.
The November Full Moon lit up the predawn hours earlier today and will soon bathe globe in its eerie light again after sunset. As the Moon prepares to rise, here is a look at the spiritual meaning of the so-called Beaver Moon.
Beaver moon, eh? The mere thought makes me want to shoot from the hip…
How do you detect a lie in a virtual dreamland in which everything is a lie?
How good are you at lying? Could you fool a friend? How about a machine? We’ve recently learned that the EU is about to start trailing an artificially intelligent machine, or as the bloc calls it “deception detection”, which is supposed to be able to detect if someone is lying at border control.
How you like your burgers?
I’m with Larry on this one: juicy, wet, wide open…
…and of course…ahem…Nicholas…
Do me a favour though for Christ’s sake: don’t come over all censorious if I ask for no more than a suggestion of fuzz. OK?