My God’s name is METAVERSE.
Coming up with reality, coming up with presence. Being there is very, very important. The only next thing the triple parentheses class can offer us right now is a vague kind of level up to some dumb ass next plane of not-quite-existence. But that’s alright. It’s better than fine it’s wonderful. I think it’s kind of cool.
They’ve got autocomplete now. They come up with a new way to make you angry every minute of every day. The more I read the more I write, the more I seem the more I MIGHT be lying. To lie down or to lie to someone else. I just need you to quit manipulating the gestures of yellow straight to my face. I can’t stand to see the 16-bit RGB color matrix manipulated by your cast-off advances. We’re going to be able to take cubes and other platonic solids wherever we want. I’ve got a tetrahedron revolving around my head that I can only see through glass. And that’s wonderful. A great big tactile feeling.
Big wide panes of money, paper-y water-y strenuous access to GOLD. No, I’m not having any kind of manic episode. To imply as such makes you a kind of scary being, to me. The worst book they could have picked to base our future on would have to be Snow Crash. I’d have to go with Quake 1 as the greatest game of all time until virtual reality came along.
But the gold is the thing. I think we need a standard of substance. And GOLD makes a great substance to standardize. As I am walking ahead of the smaller guy I noticed he didn’t have an iPhone with collaterizable GPU capabilities. How sad for him. No way will he be able to render in real time an exact replica of his waking life. No way will he be able to see 100s of replicas of his wife beneath him in bed. Sad to see, these days. Maybe we need a stimulus program to help get cheap but powerful 3d rendering to the masses. Maybe we should do that pronto immediately.
I’m so darn excited for the metaverse. I really think it’s going to change everything. Everything going to sound like a rhapsody when I Google SketchUp AutoCAD myself into a polymorphous choose-your-own adventure world of 101 dalmatians. Intellectual property? As in a plot of soil guarded over by your waking life into infirmity. Into inconstant adultery? That sounds epic and cool. Really new. How do I drop my mom’s life insurance money into that pronto? How do you I make you my lifelong companion and tryst-focused lover right right right right now. Immediately, like is said so much in the new testament.
