He’s a rum sort of cove, your weather. Just ten days after Brits were gleefully told to expect a sub-tropical August, they’re now being warned that Arctic winds will plunge the UK into the coldest spell of August weather for almost a century. Thermometers that were forecast to be bursting through the top of the tube are now, we hear, set to plummet as two weeks of wet and windy weather shove that mercury down into the bulb reservoir at the bottom.
“We are absolutely unprepared,” he added, menacingly.
Just three years ago,The Observer offered a prediction that suggested, ‘the danger of a great power war in the 2010s is probably low; in the 2020s, it will be much greater’. That’s not really what one feels living through the present.
“A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts… A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding…”
While it is clear we won’t be jacking into the Matrix next year (we’ll have to wait for brain controlled computers for that), I predict that when we look back at 2014 from whichever virtual worlds we inhabit in the future, we will see it as the year when, with the launch of Oculus Rift, Virtual Reality became really real.’
It would be well nigh impossible to exaggerate the sheer density of codswallop in the above. What, FFS, is the nonspace of the mind, and jacking into the matrix? Is this something to do with virtual jacking off?
And as for virtual reality becoming really real…well, what can a chap say to that?
Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody’s having them dreams
Everybody sees themselves walkin’ around with no one else
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all of the people can’t be all right all of the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
“I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours”
I said that.
Bob Dylan, 1961.