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We've all heard the rumours that in the future we'll be practically living in a Virtual Reality world where all our entertainment and daily living can be got from putting a simple helmet on and some sensors on your arms and legs etc. But this Virtual Reality would that we could possibly be living in the future, how good will it actually be? Will it be life-like, will you interact with other users? If such thing were to happen would you want it to mimic real life, or would you want it to be everything real life isn't?
Real Life
If the Virtual Reality machine you were hooked up to was set to mimic real life your character would be you, so for starters you'd probably be one ugly guy, probably with a BO problem, and a naff haircut. Even in Virtual Reality you'd have to get up at the crack of dawn as so that you can get to your Virtual work place on time or face a dressing down from your boss. But before you arrive at work you decide to have a shower, which the sensors on your body relay to your brain that the water is as cold as taking a dip in the Arctic, with little more than lard trying to keep you warm. After your freezing shower due to you forgetting to put the hot water on, you then decide to have some breakfast, you pour your bowl of Cornflakes, and pour the milk over it, before spitting your first mouthful out....the blooming milks gone off and tastes like your licking a carpet.
Anyway you manage to get to work on time, where your work is piled up so high due to the company costcutting and laying off three quarters of the entire workforce. Still you grudgingly sit down and begin your boring daily tasks. After a couple of hours the glandular challenged (fat) woman from the second floor comes to flirt with you, her name is Margaret....ugghhh. You make your excuses that you must dash to the loo and off you go. Whilst spending a penny in the unisex toilets you look up at the ceiling in a day dream before realising this has messed up you aim and you've watered you groin and shoe. This must be disguised as quick as possible as you would die of embarrassment if anyone saw you. So you sneak out of the cubicle, to the taps and quickly add more water to the area to remove the yellowness (your body had too much protein the night before), then it's a quick dash to the hand dryers...the warmth from the hand dryers begins to excite you a little even though you know it's wrong....but before you can remove the smile off your face, in walks the best looking woman from the office and sees you on tip toes by the hand drier, with a mass of water around your groin, with a massive smile on your face....embarrassment factor level 10.
It comes to lunch time and you go to sit in your 1984 Ford Cortina with furry leopard skin covered seats to eat your sandwich....your head drops, sardines! The afternoon doesn't get any better with your boss shouting at your for not doing your work which is actually HIS work, but you manage to get out only an hour after your finishing time, though you won't get paid for the overtime. The night is still young and you decide to go to a local club, where you promptly get a swift 8 pints down your neck and get your beer goggles on.
Who should turn up, but none other than Margaret...but she seems to look a fraction better now, she looks under 20 stone, the sports have gone, the hair doesn't look greasy, and the hairy mole on her lip has gone. You cop off with her and take her back to your place (thats what you call it, but you still live at home with mummy and daddy), and treat her to the best night of her life...know what I mean, know what I mean! The night passes and you wake up the following morning, only to turn over and be confronted by Margaret what have you done! The next day at work consists of laughter in your general direction and a lot of pointing...the Virtual Reality machine then gives you a heart attack....great, just what you needed....you don't pull though and die one miserable git!
How it SHOULD be
If your Virtual Reality machine was hooked up to be how you wanted it, then you would have either just won the lottery or be a professional football player on £100,000 a week. You'll look like a Greek god (although have no ties to a Kebab shop what so ever), and be worshipped by millions. You'll wake up in your mansion, by your maid dressed in suspenders and stockings, bringing you a full English breakfast before letting you know you just won another GAD and have now over taken Meka Dragon.
Your job today is to go and meet Kylie....shes been bugging you for weeks for a date and you've finally decided to give in. You have a bath in your whirlpool bath before getting dressed in your designer gear, and hopping off in your Ferrari. Amazingly all the traffic lights were green on your journey, and you arrive at her house in 15 minutes.
She opens the door in nothing more than some skimpy hot pants and a tight top, she shows you to the lounge where you ask hows she is etc....she tells you to cut the chat, and says she wants to make love to you there and then, but on one condition? Her sister Danni can join in as well...and there goes the rest of your day, although you do make time for a quick roast beef sandwich...you need to keep your energy up you see.
Based on the Real Life then Virtual Reality would be a waste of time and would almost certainly make you want to pour water on the thing whilst still connect. But the second based on how it should be seems slightly more promising and would have more chance of selling it put into production....just need to save up my pennies now in time!
Real Life
If the Virtual Reality machine you were hooked up to was set to mimic real life your character would be you, so for starters you'd probably be one ugly guy, probably with a BO problem, and a naff haircut. Even in Virtual Reality you'd have to get up at the crack of dawn as so that you can get to your Virtual work place on time or face a dressing down from your boss. But before you arrive at work you decide to have a shower, which the sensors on your body relay to your brain that the water is as cold as taking a dip in the Arctic, with little more than lard trying to keep you warm. After your freezing shower due to you forgetting to put the hot water on, you then decide to have some breakfast, you pour your bowl of Cornflakes, and pour the milk over it, before spitting your first mouthful out....the blooming milks gone off and tastes like your licking a carpet.
Anyway you manage to get to work on time, where your work is piled up so high due to the company costcutting and laying off three quarters of the entire workforce. Still you grudgingly sit down and begin your boring daily tasks. After a couple of hours the glandular challenged (fat) woman from the second floor comes to flirt with you, her name is Margaret....ugghhh. You make your excuses that you must dash to the loo and off you go. Whilst spending a penny in the unisex toilets you look up at the ceiling in a day dream before realising this has messed up you aim and you've watered you groin and shoe. This must be disguised as quick as possible as you would die of embarrassment if anyone saw you. So you sneak out of the cubicle, to the taps and quickly add more water to the area to remove the yellowness (your body had too much protein the night before), then it's a quick dash to the hand dryers...the warmth from the hand dryers begins to excite you a little even though you know it's wrong....but before you can remove the smile off your face, in walks the best looking woman from the office and sees you on tip toes by the hand drier, with a mass of water around your groin, with a massive smile on your face....embarrassment factor level 10.
It comes to lunch time and you go to sit in your 1984 Ford Cortina with furry leopard skin covered seats to eat your sandwich....your head drops, sardines! The afternoon doesn't get any better with your boss shouting at your for not doing your work which is actually HIS work, but you manage to get out only an hour after your finishing time, though you won't get paid for the overtime. The night is still young and you decide to go to a local club, where you promptly get a swift 8 pints down your neck and get your beer goggles on.
Who should turn up, but none other than Margaret...but she seems to look a fraction better now, she looks under 20 stone, the sports have gone, the hair doesn't look greasy, and the hairy mole on her lip has gone. You cop off with her and take her back to your place (thats what you call it, but you still live at home with mummy and daddy), and treat her to the best night of her life...know what I mean, know what I mean! The night passes and you wake up the following morning, only to turn over and be confronted by Margaret what have you done! The next day at work consists of laughter in your general direction and a lot of pointing...the Virtual Reality machine then gives you a heart attack....great, just what you needed....you don't pull though and die one miserable git!
How it SHOULD be
If your Virtual Reality machine was hooked up to be how you wanted it, then you would have either just won the lottery or be a professional football player on £100,000 a week. You'll look like a Greek god (although have no ties to a Kebab shop what so ever), and be worshipped by millions. You'll wake up in your mansion, by your maid dressed in suspenders and stockings, bringing you a full English breakfast before letting you know you just won another GAD and have now over taken Meka Dragon.
Your job today is to go and meet Kylie....shes been bugging you for weeks for a date and you've finally decided to give in. You have a bath in your whirlpool bath before getting dressed in your designer gear, and hopping off in your Ferrari. Amazingly all the traffic lights were green on your journey, and you arrive at her house in 15 minutes.
She opens the door in nothing more than some skimpy hot pants and a tight top, she shows you to the lounge where you ask hows she is etc....she tells you to cut the chat, and says she wants to make love to you there and then, but on one condition? Her sister Danni can join in as well...and there goes the rest of your day, although you do make time for a quick roast beef sandwich...you need to keep your energy up you see.
Based on the Real Life then Virtual Reality would be a waste of time and would almost certainly make you want to pour water on the thing whilst still connect. But the second based on how it should be seems slightly more promising and would have more chance of selling it put into production....just need to save up my pennies now in time!
Ummm, even still I'm up for it!
The sort of "escape" you'd need wouldn't be an escape from life at all, but instead the same life viewed through an alternative interface.
If you dummy down life to the point where you can control your own environment, then you only weaken your willpower and ability to interact properly.
If you dummy down life to the point where you can control your own environment, then you only weaken your willpower and ability to interact properly.
I think it would be a wonderful way of escaping form depression and mental instability. Mutil Player Virtual reality could give you the social aspect that you need, at the same time you would know that damgerous things you were doing couldn't really harm you.
If the technology was available, I would want it to escape from life when I find things a bit too much to cope with.
If the technology was available, I would want it to escape from life when I find things a bit too much to cope with.
Of course, social seclusion and substitution with a self-controlled environment can only be expected to lead ultimately to depression and mental instability, but each to their own.
I don't see a problem with that.
The problem with virtual reality, is that as it evolves, it will become a much easier alternative to real life.
Why live with the struggles of society, when you can have everything your own way at the touch of a button?
Why live with the struggles of society, when you can have everything your own way at the touch of a button?
Wow if thats a typical blokes life then I'm very glad I'm not one. As for Virtual Reality in the future, It should be a way of escaping from life, not trying to live a different one. Imagine GTA in Virtual Reality. All the thrills of a life of crime but with no consequences. If you used your virtual reality machine the way you want to you would still, in the end, be sagging a machine. There has to be more to virtual reality than sex.
We've all heard the rumours that in the future we'll be practically living in a Virtual Reality world where all our entertainment and daily living can be got from putting a simple helmet on and some sensors on your arms and legs etc. But this Virtual Reality would that we could possibly be living in the future, how good will it actually be? Will it be life-like, will you interact with other users? If such thing were to happen would you want it to mimic real life, or would you want it to be everything real life isn't?
Real Life
If the Virtual Reality machine you were hooked up to was set to mimic real life your character would be you, so for starters you'd probably be one ugly guy, probably with a BO problem, and a naff haircut. Even in Virtual Reality you'd have to get up at the crack of dawn as so that you can get to your Virtual work place on time or face a dressing down from your boss. But before you arrive at work you decide to have a shower, which the sensors on your body relay to your brain that the water is as cold as taking a dip in the Arctic, with little more than lard trying to keep you warm. After your freezing shower due to you forgetting to put the hot water on, you then decide to have some breakfast, you pour your bowl of Cornflakes, and pour the milk over it, before spitting your first mouthful out....the blooming milks gone off and tastes like your licking a carpet.
Anyway you manage to get to work on time, where your work is piled up so high due to the company costcutting and laying off three quarters of the entire workforce. Still you grudgingly sit down and begin your boring daily tasks. After a couple of hours the glandular challenged (fat) woman from the second floor comes to flirt with you, her name is Margaret....ugghhh. You make your excuses that you must dash to the loo and off you go. Whilst spending a penny in the unisex toilets you look up at the ceiling in a day dream before realising this has messed up you aim and you've watered you groin and shoe. This must be disguised as quick as possible as you would die of embarrassment if anyone saw you. So you sneak out of the cubicle, to the taps and quickly add more water to the area to remove the yellowness (your body had too much protein the night before), then it's a quick dash to the hand dryers...the warmth from the hand dryers begins to excite you a little even though you know it's wrong....but before you can remove the smile off your face, in walks the best looking woman from the office and sees you on tip toes by the hand drier, with a mass of water around your groin, with a massive smile on your face....embarrassment factor level 10.
It comes to lunch time and you go to sit in your 1984 Ford Cortina with furry leopard skin covered seats to eat your sandwich....your head drops, sardines! The afternoon doesn't get any better with your boss shouting at your for not doing your work which is actually HIS work, but you manage to get out only an hour after your finishing time, though you won't get paid for the overtime. The night is still young and you decide to go to a local club, where you promptly get a swift 8 pints down your neck and get your beer goggles on.
Who should turn up, but none other than Margaret...but she seems to look a fraction better now, she looks under 20 stone, the sports have gone, the hair doesn't look greasy, and the hairy mole on her lip has gone. You cop off with her and take her back to your place (thats what you call it, but you still live at home with mummy and daddy), and treat her to the best night of her life...know what I mean, know what I mean! The night passes and you wake up the following morning, only to turn over and be confronted by Margaret what have you done! The next day at work consists of laughter in your general direction and a lot of pointing...the Virtual Reality machine then gives you a heart attack....great, just what you needed....you don't pull though and die one miserable git!
How it SHOULD be
If your Virtual Reality machine was hooked up to be how you wanted it, then you would have either just won the lottery or be a professional football player on £100,000 a week. You'll look like a Greek god (although have no ties to a Kebab shop what so ever), and be worshipped by millions. You'll wake up in your mansion, by your maid dressed in suspenders and stockings, bringing you a full English breakfast before letting you know you just won another GAD and have now over taken Meka Dragon.
Your job today is to go and meet Kylie....shes been bugging you for weeks for a date and you've finally decided to give in. You have a bath in your whirlpool bath before getting dressed in your designer gear, and hopping off in your Ferrari. Amazingly all the traffic lights were green on your journey, and you arrive at her house in 15 minutes.
She opens the door in nothing more than some skimpy hot pants and a tight top, she shows you to the lounge where you ask hows she is etc....she tells you to cut the chat, and says she wants to make love to you there and then, but on one condition? Her sister Danni can join in as well...and there goes the rest of your day, although you do make time for a quick roast beef sandwich...you need to keep your energy up you see.
Based on the Real Life then Virtual Reality would be a waste of time and would almost certainly make you want to pour water on the thing whilst still connect. But the second based on how it should be seems slightly more promising and would have more chance of selling it put into production....just need to save up my pennies now in time!
Real Life
If the Virtual Reality machine you were hooked up to was set to mimic real life your character would be you, so for starters you'd probably be one ugly guy, probably with a BO problem, and a naff haircut. Even in Virtual Reality you'd have to get up at the crack of dawn as so that you can get to your Virtual work place on time or face a dressing down from your boss. But before you arrive at work you decide to have a shower, which the sensors on your body relay to your brain that the water is as cold as taking a dip in the Arctic, with little more than lard trying to keep you warm. After your freezing shower due to you forgetting to put the hot water on, you then decide to have some breakfast, you pour your bowl of Cornflakes, and pour the milk over it, before spitting your first mouthful out....the blooming milks gone off and tastes like your licking a carpet.
Anyway you manage to get to work on time, where your work is piled up so high due to the company costcutting and laying off three quarters of the entire workforce. Still you grudgingly sit down and begin your boring daily tasks. After a couple of hours the glandular challenged (fat) woman from the second floor comes to flirt with you, her name is Margaret....ugghhh. You make your excuses that you must dash to the loo and off you go. Whilst spending a penny in the unisex toilets you look up at the ceiling in a day dream before realising this has messed up you aim and you've watered you groin and shoe. This must be disguised as quick as possible as you would die of embarrassment if anyone saw you. So you sneak out of the cubicle, to the taps and quickly add more water to the area to remove the yellowness (your body had too much protein the night before), then it's a quick dash to the hand dryers...the warmth from the hand dryers begins to excite you a little even though you know it's wrong....but before you can remove the smile off your face, in walks the best looking woman from the office and sees you on tip toes by the hand drier, with a mass of water around your groin, with a massive smile on your face....embarrassment factor level 10.
It comes to lunch time and you go to sit in your 1984 Ford Cortina with furry leopard skin covered seats to eat your sandwich....your head drops, sardines! The afternoon doesn't get any better with your boss shouting at your for not doing your work which is actually HIS work, but you manage to get out only an hour after your finishing time, though you won't get paid for the overtime. The night is still young and you decide to go to a local club, where you promptly get a swift 8 pints down your neck and get your beer goggles on.
Who should turn up, but none other than Margaret...but she seems to look a fraction better now, she looks under 20 stone, the sports have gone, the hair doesn't look greasy, and the hairy mole on her lip has gone. You cop off with her and take her back to your place (thats what you call it, but you still live at home with mummy and daddy), and treat her to the best night of her life...know what I mean, know what I mean! The night passes and you wake up the following morning, only to turn over and be confronted by Margaret what have you done! The next day at work consists of laughter in your general direction and a lot of pointing...the Virtual Reality machine then gives you a heart attack....great, just what you needed....you don't pull though and die one miserable git!
How it SHOULD be
If your Virtual Reality machine was hooked up to be how you wanted it, then you would have either just won the lottery or be a professional football player on £100,000 a week. You'll look like a Greek god (although have no ties to a Kebab shop what so ever), and be worshipped by millions. You'll wake up in your mansion, by your maid dressed in suspenders and stockings, bringing you a full English breakfast before letting you know you just won another GAD and have now over taken Meka Dragon.
Your job today is to go and meet Kylie....shes been bugging you for weeks for a date and you've finally decided to give in. You have a bath in your whirlpool bath before getting dressed in your designer gear, and hopping off in your Ferrari. Amazingly all the traffic lights were green on your journey, and you arrive at her house in 15 minutes.
She opens the door in nothing more than some skimpy hot pants and a tight top, she shows you to the lounge where you ask hows she is etc....she tells you to cut the chat, and says she wants to make love to you there and then, but on one condition? Her sister Danni can join in as well...and there goes the rest of your day, although you do make time for a quick roast beef sandwich...you need to keep your energy up you see.
Based on the Real Life then Virtual Reality would be a waste of time and would almost certainly make you want to pour water on the thing whilst still connect. But the second based on how it should be seems slightly more promising and would have more chance of selling it put into production....just need to save up my pennies now in time!