Quotes About Virtual

He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you'd never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you'd never really had.

I miss having my mom and close friends around. Thank God for Skype and Face-Time, which keep me connected… but interacting digitally can't come close to the feeling of being hugged by my mom or getting together for a meal with my friends on the same table.

Cyber void is so full of amazing emptiness that makes us feel fulfilled.

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation.

And the Flatline aligned the nose of Kuang's sting with the center of the dark below. And dove. Case's sensory input warped with their velocity. His mouth filled with an aching taste of blue. His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sounds of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine spines. The spines split, bisected, split again, exponential growth under the dome of the Tessier-Ashpool ice.

Perched on the edge of Case's worktable like some kind of state of the art gargoyle

We're all doing VR, every time we look at a screen. We have been for decades now. We just do it. We didn't need the goggles, the gloves. It just happened.

She's spoken with Parkaboy twice before, and both times it's been odd, in the way that initial telephone conversations with people you've gotten to know well on the Net, yet have never met, are odd. She

Case lowered the gun. "This is the matrix. You're Wintermute.

and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. .

and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. . . .

THE MATRIX HAS its roots in primitive arcade games," said the voice-over, "in early graphics programs and military experimentation with cranial jacks.

Cyberspace slid into existence from the cardinal points. Smooth, he thought, but not smooth enough.

He could have anything in there," Gentry said, pausing to look down at the unconscious face. He spun on his heel and began his pacing again. "A world. Worlds. Any number of personality-constructs Ã¢â'¬Â¦

abs you could do laundry on, the

Not that I know of. He had this idea that it was gone, sort of; not gone gone, but gone into everything, the whole matrix. Like it wasn't in cyberspace anymore, it just was.

my way through these small patches of virtual real-estate—or do I somehow imagine that I am performing some more dynamic function? The

William Gibson

If the content is sufficiently engrossing, however, you don't need wraparound deep-immersion goggles to shut out the world. You grow your own. You are there. Watching the content you most want to see, you see nothing else.

and "What can we do to help keep you fresh and renewed so you can better handle the challenge of dealing with customers all day?" Remember that focus groups can be virtual online, not just face to face.

I seem to be inside a kind of artificial environment. Almost like a... a simulacrum of Reiden Lake.

Language is the real information highway, the first virtual world. Language is the worldwide web, and everyone is logged on.

In cyberspace, everyone can hear you scream.

People say how amazing communications are these days, because you can feel as if you're in the same room as someone in Australia.But you don't really feel that way.You keep telling each other news about your lives,but it feels false.