(A fairly standard over philosophised, self indulgent and pretty boring justification for starting a blog).
I recall a JG Ballard short story, but sadly not its title, in which the protagonist stumbles across a hospital full of old people plugged into dream machines. Horrified that these people have become beguiled and trapped by the machines he rouses one of the patients. What he does not expect is the indignation of the patient that he is trying to save for for him there is no reality but the dream.
I am now more sure than ever that our future lies in our cyber selves. Our online presences will become the only part of us with reliable memories and hence will be our only true realities.
Hence I will start down the road to cyberspace.
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