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Saturday 08:00am: Loud buzzing noise woke me up. HES (Home Entertainment System) seems to forget I like a lie-in on my day off. Pressed the screen to reset the alarm for 11:30am from now on. Pushed another button and breakfast was delivered. Cornflakes. Again.
08:45am: Ablutions done, time to play! Sat in the console chair and fired up the HES again. A quick look at my visor shows that my hi-scores from last night's Indy 500 session have been beaten by a player in France. No time for that now, there's an online session of Resident Evil happening at 09:00am, the Russians are playing the zombies, and I've booked a place on the S.T.A.R.S. Team.
09:01am: Damn, those Ruskies were good. Now what? Ah! Phantasy Star Online, undoubtedly one of the most popular RPG's of all time, brought out nearly 50 years ago by, what were they called then? Oh yeah. Sega. Still, when Microsoft bought them for a knockdown price in 2004 it was a good thing, Sony and Nintendo had to amalgamate, and in 2010 they all merged, which made the HES possible.
09:03am: Logged into PSO mainframe. Currently my visor tells me there are 3,005,227 people online, maybe they just haven't all got up yet... A quick flick of my data glove on the one hand and a tap on the chair's keypad with the other and I'm off adventuring.
12.15pm: Lunch. Tapped an order into the inbuilt keypad in the console chair, lunch appears from the hole in the wall. Cornflakes. Hmmm.
12:25pm: Just time to catch the news. I don't really want to log out of PSO, so a quick flick of the wrist and the gamescreen minimises to the top left quarter of the screen, allowing the news to appear on the rest of it. Nothing much new. Bill Gates still on life support. Some kiddy in Brazil has discovered the last undiscovered Pokemon (number 28,501). Rare and Square co-producing the next big RPG shoot 'em up 'Metal Gear Fantasy: Link's Mask'. Might download that to my DVD-RW later and have a look at it. Should be ready by tomorrow I would have thought.
13:00pm. Had enough of PSO for now. I'll just finish off that project on fission I was working on last night. The visor tells me where I got to, but I want more detail so I have the information displayed on the wall screen, and using the laser pointer in my dataglove I select the areas I want to concentrate on, dictating as I go. Report done, I mail it off to the boss.
13:30pm. Bit of exercise now. Jump onto the Enviro-mill and start to jog, the walls around me luring me into the sensation of a gentle trot through a forest. None of them left nowadays apart from the artificial ones in Brazil.
13:50pm. Upper body workout. Slip on the Sega Samba de Bruiser gloves and go 15 rounds against the Tyson Hologram. That reminds me, going to the X-Wing Sim this afternoon.
15:30pm. Arrive at the MS Arena out of town where they've got these new simulators. We all sit in pods, the interiors of which resemble X-Wings from Star Wars Episode 9, and about 100 of us all work together to take down the Empire. Takes a couple of hours as the newbies keep slamming into us as we try to fly in formation at 165,000 km/h, but in the end we get there.
17:45pm. Home again. Watch a good movie on the wallscreen, have an interactive chat with the actors and the director in realtime at the end. Told McCauley that he was getting to be quite good at acting and he thanked me. Tom Hanks didn't say a lot, but then he's a busy guy, he's got to direct 3 more movies by the end of next week.
20:59pm. Catch the latest news whilst eating my supper (Cornflakes). Pentium have got the go ahead to do embryonic research for the P22 processor so that they can catch up with AMD who brought out the first bio-chips from their manufacturing plant in Columbia last year. I advise the news reader to keep me updated on 'stories like this'. The newsreader acknowledges my request with a sexy wink and carries on with her bulletin. I think about changing her skin, than can't be bothered, I like her the way she is, but I hear that ITN have some decent new skins to download. Might have a gander at them later.
21:05pm. Quick check of the Indy 500 tourny shows that a certain Jacques Lefevre is online and about to race. I fire a quick comms message to one of the drivers in the starting lineup who agrees to let me take his place. Lap 3, and with the aid the steering wheel and pedals built into my console chair, I manage to slam Jacques into the wall on the first corner. That'll teach him to beat my hi-score when I'm not looking. France is still the only country in the world to still drive on the right. Stubborn lot.
22:10pm. Got my hi-score back, now ranked in the top 15 in the world, but then 9 of the top 15 are professionals just there for the practice. Feeling peckish, so order a quick snack. Cornflakes. Bloody Microsoft.
08:45am: Ablutions done, time to play! Sat in the console chair and fired up the HES again. A quick look at my visor shows that my hi-scores from last night's Indy 500 session have been beaten by a player in France. No time for that now, there's an online session of Resident Evil happening at 09:00am, the Russians are playing the zombies, and I've booked a place on the S.T.A.R.S. Team.
09:01am: Damn, those Ruskies were good. Now what? Ah! Phantasy Star Online, undoubtedly one of the most popular RPG's of all time, brought out nearly 50 years ago by, what were they called then? Oh yeah. Sega. Still, when Microsoft bought them for a knockdown price in 2004 it was a good thing, Sony and Nintendo had to amalgamate, and in 2010 they all merged, which made the HES possible.
09:03am: Logged into PSO mainframe. Currently my visor tells me there are 3,005,227 people online, maybe they just haven't all got up yet... A quick flick of my data glove on the one hand and a tap on the chair's keypad with the other and I'm off adventuring.
12.15pm: Lunch. Tapped an order into the inbuilt keypad in the console chair, lunch appears from the hole in the wall. Cornflakes. Hmmm.
12:25pm: Just time to catch the news. I don't really want to log out of PSO, so a quick flick of the wrist and the gamescreen minimises to the top left quarter of the screen, allowing the news to appear on the rest of it. Nothing much new. Bill Gates still on life support. Some kiddy in Brazil has discovered the last undiscovered Pokemon (number 28,501). Rare and Square co-producing the next big RPG shoot 'em up 'Metal Gear Fantasy: Link's Mask'. Might download that to my DVD-RW later and have a look at it. Should be ready by tomorrow I would have thought.
13:00pm. Had enough of PSO for now. I'll just finish off that project on fission I was working on last night. The visor tells me where I got to, but I want more detail so I have the information displayed on the wall screen, and using the laser pointer in my dataglove I select the areas I want to concentrate on, dictating as I go. Report done, I mail it off to the boss.
13:30pm. Bit of exercise now. Jump onto the Enviro-mill and start to jog, the walls around me luring me into the sensation of a gentle trot through a forest. None of them left nowadays apart from the artificial ones in Brazil.
13:50pm. Upper body workout. Slip on the Sega Samba de Bruiser gloves and go 15 rounds against the Tyson Hologram. That reminds me, going to the X-Wing Sim this afternoon.
15:30pm. Arrive at the MS Arena out of town where they've got these new simulators. We all sit in pods, the interiors of which resemble X-Wings from Star Wars Episode 9, and about 100 of us all work together to take down the Empire. Takes a couple of hours as the newbies keep slamming into us as we try to fly in formation at 165,000 km/h, but in the end we get there.
17:45pm. Home again. Watch a good movie on the wallscreen, have an interactive chat with the actors and the director in realtime at the end. Told McCauley that he was getting to be quite good at acting and he thanked me. Tom Hanks didn't say a lot, but then he's a busy guy, he's got to direct 3 more movies by the end of next week.
20:59pm. Catch the latest news whilst eating my supper (Cornflakes). Pentium have got the go ahead to do embryonic research for the P22 processor so that they can catch up with AMD who brought out the first bio-chips from their manufacturing plant in Columbia last year. I advise the news reader to keep me updated on 'stories like this'. The newsreader acknowledges my request with a sexy wink and carries on with her bulletin. I think about changing her skin, than can't be bothered, I like her the way she is, but I hear that ITN have some decent new skins to download. Might have a gander at them later.
21:05pm. Quick check of the Indy 500 tourny shows that a certain Jacques Lefevre is online and about to race. I fire a quick comms message to one of the drivers in the starting lineup who agrees to let me take his place. Lap 3, and with the aid the steering wheel and pedals built into my console chair, I manage to slam Jacques into the wall on the first corner. That'll teach him to beat my hi-score when I'm not looking. France is still the only country in the world to still drive on the right. Stubborn lot.
22:10pm. Got my hi-score back, now ranked in the top 15 in the world, but then 9 of the top 15 are professionals just there for the practice. Feeling peckish, so order a quick snack. Cornflakes. Bloody Microsoft.
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Saturday 08:00am: Loud buzzing noise woke me up. HES (Home Entertainment System) seems to forget I like a lie-in on my day off. Pressed the screen to reset the alarm for 11:30am from now on. Pushed another button and breakfast was delivered. Cornflakes. Again.
08:45am: Ablutions done, time to play! Sat in the console chair and fired up the HES again. A quick look at my visor shows that my hi-scores from last night's Indy 500 session have been beaten by a player in France. No time for that now, there's an online session of Resident Evil happening at 09:00am, the Russians are playing the zombies, and I've booked a place on the S.T.A.R.S. Team.
09:01am: Damn, those Ruskies were good. Now what? Ah! Phantasy Star Online, undoubtedly one of the most popular RPG's of all time, brought out nearly 50 years ago by, what were they called then? Oh yeah. Sega. Still, when Microsoft bought them for a knockdown price in 2004 it was a good thing, Sony and Nintendo had to amalgamate, and in 2010 they all merged, which made the HES possible.
09:03am: Logged into PSO mainframe. Currently my visor tells me there are 3,005,227 people online, maybe they just haven't all got up yet... A quick flick of my data glove on the one hand and a tap on the chair's keypad with the other and I'm off adventuring.
12.15pm: Lunch. Tapped an order into the inbuilt keypad in the console chair, lunch appears from the hole in the wall. Cornflakes. Hmmm.
12:25pm: Just time to catch the news. I don't really want to log out of PSO, so a quick flick of the wrist and the gamescreen minimises to the top left quarter of the screen, allowing the news to appear on the rest of it. Nothing much new. Bill Gates still on life support. Some kiddy in Brazil has discovered the last undiscovered Pokemon (number 28,501). Rare and Square co-producing the next big RPG shoot 'em up 'Metal Gear Fantasy: Link's Mask'. Might download that to my DVD-RW later and have a look at it. Should be ready by tomorrow I would have thought.
13:00pm. Had enough of PSO for now. I'll just finish off that project on fission I was working on last night. The visor tells me where I got to, but I want more detail so I have the information displayed on the wall screen, and using the laser pointer in my dataglove I select the areas I want to concentrate on, dictating as I go. Report done, I mail it off to the boss.
13:30pm. Bit of exercise now. Jump onto the Enviro-mill and start to jog, the walls around me luring me into the sensation of a gentle trot through a forest. None of them left nowadays apart from the artificial ones in Brazil.
13:50pm. Upper body workout. Slip on the Sega Samba de Bruiser gloves and go 15 rounds against the Tyson Hologram. That reminds me, going to the X-Wing Sim this afternoon.
15:30pm. Arrive at the MS Arena out of town where they've got these new simulators. We all sit in pods, the interiors of which resemble X-Wings from Star Wars Episode 9, and about 100 of us all work together to take down the Empire. Takes a couple of hours as the newbies keep slamming into us as we try to fly in formation at 165,000 km/h, but in the end we get there.
17:45pm. Home again. Watch a good movie on the wallscreen, have an interactive chat with the actors and the director in realtime at the end. Told McCauley that he was getting to be quite good at acting and he thanked me. Tom Hanks didn't say a lot, but then he's a busy guy, he's got to direct 3 more movies by the end of next week.
20:59pm. Catch the latest news whilst eating my supper (Cornflakes). Pentium have got the go ahead to do embryonic research for the P22 processor so that they can catch up with AMD who brought out the first bio-chips from their manufacturing plant in Columbia last year. I advise the news reader to keep me updated on 'stories like this'. The newsreader acknowledges my request with a sexy wink and carries on with her bulletin. I think about changing her skin, than can't be bothered, I like her the way she is, but I hear that ITN have some decent new skins to download. Might have a gander at them later.
21:05pm. Quick check of the Indy 500 tourny shows that a certain Jacques Lefevre is online and about to race. I fire a quick comms message to one of the drivers in the starting lineup who agrees to let me take his place. Lap 3, and with the aid the steering wheel and pedals built into my console chair, I manage to slam Jacques into the wall on the first corner. That'll teach him to beat my hi-score when I'm not looking. France is still the only country in the world to still drive on the right. Stubborn lot.
22:10pm. Got my hi-score back, now ranked in the top 15 in the world, but then 9 of the top 15 are professionals just there for the practice. Feeling peckish, so order a quick snack. Cornflakes. Bloody Microsoft.
08:45am: Ablutions done, time to play! Sat in the console chair and fired up the HES again. A quick look at my visor shows that my hi-scores from last night's Indy 500 session have been beaten by a player in France. No time for that now, there's an online session of Resident Evil happening at 09:00am, the Russians are playing the zombies, and I've booked a place on the S.T.A.R.S. Team.
09:01am: Damn, those Ruskies were good. Now what? Ah! Phantasy Star Online, undoubtedly one of the most popular RPG's of all time, brought out nearly 50 years ago by, what were they called then? Oh yeah. Sega. Still, when Microsoft bought them for a knockdown price in 2004 it was a good thing, Sony and Nintendo had to amalgamate, and in 2010 they all merged, which made the HES possible.
09:03am: Logged into PSO mainframe. Currently my visor tells me there are 3,005,227 people online, maybe they just haven't all got up yet... A quick flick of my data glove on the one hand and a tap on the chair's keypad with the other and I'm off adventuring.
12.15pm: Lunch. Tapped an order into the inbuilt keypad in the console chair, lunch appears from the hole in the wall. Cornflakes. Hmmm.
12:25pm: Just time to catch the news. I don't really want to log out of PSO, so a quick flick of the wrist and the gamescreen minimises to the top left quarter of the screen, allowing the news to appear on the rest of it. Nothing much new. Bill Gates still on life support. Some kiddy in Brazil has discovered the last undiscovered Pokemon (number 28,501). Rare and Square co-producing the next big RPG shoot 'em up 'Metal Gear Fantasy: Link's Mask'. Might download that to my DVD-RW later and have a look at it. Should be ready by tomorrow I would have thought.
13:00pm. Had enough of PSO for now. I'll just finish off that project on fission I was working on last night. The visor tells me where I got to, but I want more detail so I have the information displayed on the wall screen, and using the laser pointer in my dataglove I select the areas I want to concentrate on, dictating as I go. Report done, I mail it off to the boss.
13:30pm. Bit of exercise now. Jump onto the Enviro-mill and start to jog, the walls around me luring me into the sensation of a gentle trot through a forest. None of them left nowadays apart from the artificial ones in Brazil.
13:50pm. Upper body workout. Slip on the Sega Samba de Bruiser gloves and go 15 rounds against the Tyson Hologram. That reminds me, going to the X-Wing Sim this afternoon.
15:30pm. Arrive at the MS Arena out of town where they've got these new simulators. We all sit in pods, the interiors of which resemble X-Wings from Star Wars Episode 9, and about 100 of us all work together to take down the Empire. Takes a couple of hours as the newbies keep slamming into us as we try to fly in formation at 165,000 km/h, but in the end we get there.
17:45pm. Home again. Watch a good movie on the wallscreen, have an interactive chat with the actors and the director in realtime at the end. Told McCauley that he was getting to be quite good at acting and he thanked me. Tom Hanks didn't say a lot, but then he's a busy guy, he's got to direct 3 more movies by the end of next week.
20:59pm. Catch the latest news whilst eating my supper (Cornflakes). Pentium have got the go ahead to do embryonic research for the P22 processor so that they can catch up with AMD who brought out the first bio-chips from their manufacturing plant in Columbia last year. I advise the news reader to keep me updated on 'stories like this'. The newsreader acknowledges my request with a sexy wink and carries on with her bulletin. I think about changing her skin, than can't be bothered, I like her the way she is, but I hear that ITN have some decent new skins to download. Might have a gander at them later.
21:05pm. Quick check of the Indy 500 tourny shows that a certain Jacques Lefevre is online and about to race. I fire a quick comms message to one of the drivers in the starting lineup who agrees to let me take his place. Lap 3, and with the aid the steering wheel and pedals built into my console chair, I manage to slam Jacques into the wall on the first corner. That'll teach him to beat my hi-score when I'm not looking. France is still the only country in the world to still drive on the right. Stubborn lot.
22:10pm. Got my hi-score back, now ranked in the top 15 in the world, but then 9 of the top 15 are professionals just there for the practice. Feeling peckish, so order a quick snack. Cornflakes. Bloody Microsoft.