Quotes About Technology

One of the locations that showed up most frequently in Kira's OASIS account logs was the planet Miyazaki in Sector Twenty-Seven. It was a bizarre and beautiful world that paid tribute to the work of Hayao Miyazaki, the famous Japanese animator behind anime masterpieces like Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind and Kiki's Delivery Service.

I moved from one room to the next, mowing down every NPC in my path. The guards returned fire, but their bullets pinged harmlessly off my armor. I never ran out of ammo, because each time I fired a round, a new round was teleported into the bottom of the clip. My bullet bill this month was going to be huge.

Going outside is highly overrated. —Anorak's Almanac, Chapter 17, Verse 32

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The only legitimate use of a computer is to play games. —Eugene Jarvis, creator of Defender

I dropped my backpack, shrugged off my coat, and hopped on the exercise bike. Charging the batteries was usually the only physical exercise I got each day.

I confronted the grim realization that virtual sex, no matter how realistic, was really nothing but glorified, computer-assisted masturbation. At the end of the day, I was still a virgin, all alone in a dark room, humping a lubed-up toy.

Now, thanks to the ONI, I could. And I did.

I drew one of my blasters

Ontologically Anthropocentric Sensory Immersive Simulation was a big place.

Creé Oasis porque nunca me sentí a gusto en el mundo real. No conectaba bien con su gente. Durante toda mi vida tuve miedo. Hasta el momento en que supe que llegaba a su fin. Fue entonces cuando me di cuenta de que, por más aterradora y dolorosa que pueda ser, también es el único lugar donde puede encontrarse la verdadera felicidad. Porque la realidad es real. ¿Entiendes? —Sí

Reality didn't feel any more real than the OASIS had just felt to me. My senses couldn't discern between the two.

It's cool to use the computer, don't let the computer use you…. There is a war going on. The battlefield's in the mind. And the prize is the soul. July 19, 1999

I never wanted to return to the real world. Because the real world sucked. I

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Besides, now that everyone could vote from home, via the OASIS, the only people who could get elected were movie stars, reality TV personalities, or radical televangelists.

Morrow […] felt that OASIS had evolved into something horrible. "It had become a self-imposed prison for humanity. A pleasant place for the world to hide from its problems while human civilization slowly collapses, primarily due to neglect.

Capitalism would inch forward, without my actually having to interact face-to-face with another human being. Which was exactly how I preferred it, thank you.

And I was just there, less than an hour ago, debugging subroutines in my cubicle, when a motherfucking Earth Defense Alliance shuttle suddenly shows up and lands right outside my office building! I figured I must be losing it. Now I'm not sure what to think.

But over the past few months, I'd come to see my rig for what it was: an elaborate contraption for deceiving my senses, to allow me to live in a world that didn't exist. Each component of my rig was a bar in a cell where I had willingly imprisoned myself.

The OASIS would ultimately change the way people around the world lived, worked, and communicated.

There was always a trick to beating a computer-controlled opponent. At a game like this, a gifted human player could always triumph over the game's AI, because software couldn't improvise. It could either react randomly, or in a limited number of predetermined ways, based on a finite number of preprogrammed conditions. This was an axiom in videogames, and would be until humans invented true artificial intelligence.

In the absence of any real progress, gunter subculture had become mired in bravado, bullshit, and pointless infighting. It was sad, really.

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