Today’s Dialect Column heroine goes into an uncomfortable frenzy when shifting from 2D to 3D space. Or: Why is it better not to take your cell phone with you to the toilet.
Alice’s virtual reality headset is cumbersome and self-limiting. It arrives at a cell phone, its primary peephole in the world. The look was briefly caught in the good and urgent new messages, now, please, soon, anytime, bientot, now. On the laptop screen in the zoom window, the opposite person rubs a red pressure point on the forehead and cheek, the fingerprint of the VR headset, which is still not chunky despite the improvements.
The two zoom participants lie across their aa webcams, the miserably crooked shadows of pixels, and suddenly laugh at them. What the hell are you doing to me And why? ”“ The fictional story of a digital multi-existence has been revealed, as Trudi Gerster lost the day before yesterday. De provided the experimental evidence. Cyborg in my dough. Oisi’s clumsy bodies, equipped with hardware and software, are accelerated by virtual access, however, you cannot enjoy the very self. “
With me, the pigeons turn on the cell phone and Alice slides off her body, tears her head, away from the news feed, and suffocates nausea. But where is it?
The two laugh at the cyborg, fill up their cup of tea, mute the microphone and take a rest on the toilet.
Alice flattens her thigh from the toilet seat and scrolls through the news feed on her cell phone. But suddenly her toilet tears from under her butt. With a heavy blow, the pigeon leans over to the cell phone for a moment and Alice slips out of her body, tears her head, away from the news feed, and suffocates nausea. But where is it?
Your inner ear swings like a deaf pendulum. Amazed, Alice gets up with her free hand on the toilet seat and gazes at the red bathroom towel as another column dangles from the opposite wall. “The forehead is the forehead, the forehead is the red bath towel, which makes sense, it complies with the law of nature,” Alice tries to calm down. Trend and mind in the physical arrangement of the pigeons recover only slowly. Once Dee Boudy settles down, Alice jumps from the toilet to the mirror. A pearl of sweat shone her forehead. “what the hell are you doing?” She asked the reflection of her blurry image and staggered before the laptop.
“Neuroplasticity,” indicates the opposite after a report from the toilet blunted by gravity and gestures in the zooming window. “Oise’s Perceptual Devices have learned so far: digital content behaves quite physically, with scrolling, scrolling, clicking, and zooming on one or more 2D levels. All of this takes place in front of our head, statically and mostly on a square limb bone. Me two hend ois ez but with oisne VR headphones is long and often a 3D virtual background, where the brain communicates via physics simulation that head and arm movement as well as the oisi position in the back are the exact means of digital navigation. You don’t accidentally have your cell phone in your gnoo toilet? »
Alice nods in shame. Voila concludes the opposite. “It happened to me, too. Oisei relearned the neural circuit. Digitali content is fresh to the whole body. In the foreground, une and obe a ois are displayed, the default rüüm is displayed. Umeluege, Turn around, Turn around. Virtual Gravity, de Ruum and d Ziit approach body reality aa. Thus, the body’s relationship to digital content changes. This is your mitbechoo perceptual organ. The inner ear learned. And now, when the news page is rocking in a physically disproportionate and totally unnatural way under the faint finger, it sounds an alarm. Dizziness. Attention. Saab is not in order. Goodbye gravity. ”Alice nods. Phenomenon S to Hypothesis: The cyborg is in the dough to me.
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