Thanksgiving in VR – TimefireVR

Thanksgiving

[This is a post from my company, TimefireVR, that is being archived here to join the rest of my writing.]

Thanksgiving, for me is the recognition of people helping those less fortunate so everyone has the chance to enjoy life. Back in 1621, it was through the generosity and collaboration of the Wampanoag indigenous people of the Atlantic Coast that animosity and division did not lead the day. Instead, the sharing of food and skills for the celebration of a great harvest was offered out of kindness.

Fast forward 395 years to 2016, and the pilgrims of a new age are on the digital shore, waiting to land on the frontier of tomorrow known as virtual reality. While these explorers arrive with a wealth of science, social media, and expectations for certain human rights, the empire they are fleeing from is looking less and less friendly to those who may not be sharing the same values.

The 17th-century pilgrim fathers fled their homelands to avoid hostility towards their ideas of freedom. Even today, intolerance plays a significant role in the oppression of people from around the globe. Then there are those who do not conform to the status quo and fear potential threats to their ideas for the expression of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. While the age of one-size-fits-all is winding down, there are those among us who are not evolving but are clinging to some outmoded ideologies that many are afraid will damage humanity and our planet.

With the advent of virtual reality, humankind has been offered a golden opportunity to land on new shores and establish cities that can be created and governed in ways that best support people seeking non-hostile environments. This, then is not only the beginning of a new global form of Thanksgiving, but it is also the day that TimefireVR is asking the globe to help contribute to a Universal Declaration of Digital Independence and a Living Constitution for Virtual Citizens.

This, then is not only the beginning of a new global form of Thanksgiving, but it is also the day that TimefireVR is asking the globe to help contribute to a Universal Declaration of Digital Independence and a Living Constitution for Virtual Citizens.

Virtual reality today is a wild west free-for-all that will see the emergence of some extraordinary environments and experiences. A large part of TimefireVR’s role is the building of the first curated cultural epicenter in the form of the city called Hypatia. How will the governance, rights, freedoms, and evolution of this new space evolve? The answer is found in the participation of the brightest minds in this current reality from around the globe.

We are asking those of a compassionate, altruistic nature to come forward and share their ideas on what they believe should be enshrined in Hypatia’s constitution. Instead of an “End-User License Agreement ­- EULA,” we will carve into a prominent location in Hypatia the documents we hope will be adopted by others in the virtual space to help guide their ideas of rights and freedoms that should be afforded all people. We will not condone hate, violence, intolerance, or other forms of aggression that only act to isolate and marginalize our fellow human beings. Favor and privilege will not be given in consideration of power or wealth; we will allow and encourage all to participate in a conscientious, sharing, and helpful manner. This was a large part of the generosity and collaboration offered by the Wampanoag tribe to the early Pilgrims who landed in North America; it is a tradition worth repeating.

Oregon – Day 4

Oregon Coast

Toys and Time: Do You Have Enough?

I’m sitting about 100 feet above the Pacific Ocean in Lincoln City on a sunny morning, following a three-mile walk on the beach to get breakfast at the first place we came across. Jay, the owner of Vivian’s Restaurant & BBQ, greeted us, was our server, and a lot more. His place is named after his in-laws, and the guy truly loves his place on Earth. We didn’t talk much about the food, but we did get a lesson in the behaviors and language of the local birds.

An egret that was on the prowl when we arrived makes way for the heron that is dominant along this small lake that feeds the “world’s shortest river,” a.k.a. D River. Jay told us about this pecking order in addition to his observations of the gulls that keep sentry nearby to announce to the rest of the flock in hearing distance that the ducks are being fed. The ducks don’t get much, but what they do get is unbuttered. They don’t butter the toast here because kids can’t help but feed the birds, nor can Jay, and at least this way, the birds aren’t getting the worst of what we can offer them.

Because we had time to sit awhile and listen to the proprietor, we were able to share something that would have never been known about this little corner of the world had we been in a hurry or simply driven to some fast food joint. Time was the precious commodity that gave this experience to us.

Back in our room at the Pelican Shores Inn, I opened up my computer and checked to see how many people commented on the photo we posted as we started our walk up the beach. On my phone, I play with two people who are battling me in Words with Friends. I open a blank document and look for inspiration to start writing. Before finding it, I make the rounds through my current favorite websites, such as KVRaudio, Pinchplant, Synthtopia, the Reaktor user library, and even AnalogueHaven, as I’m always tempting myself to throw another Eurorack module into a shopping cart.

This is my brief dip into a few of the places that satisfy my need to play with toys. While this very computer I’m writing on is a primary tool in my toy box, there are other gadgets and dreams of new hobbies that are yet to drain my wallet.

Just for your knowledge, this computer is not something I do “chores” with – it is essential to my daily fun. Not only do I scour the world for information or keep abreast of what my friends are eating, but I also play. Sitting on my taskbar are tools for making 3D art, sculpting, painting, photo manipulation, creating audio samples, composing music, editing video, and then a couple of things I don’t even know how to use, but someday I’ll open them up, stream in a tutorial and know as little about it as I do some other things, but I’m happy.

So here on vacation, I have the best of all worlds: toys, time, and things to do, such as walks along the ocean and eating. In other words, I’m creating experiences. I’m not watching television; I’m not at the hookah lounge watching TV and smoking; I’m not asking if you’d like fries with that – this is my time, and I’d venture a wager that not enough of us do that.

But now it’s about to become housekeeping time as our visit to this hotel is coming to a close. In a few minutes, we have to check out so my thoughts will have to continue down the road and from another experience.

Lincoln City, Oregon

View from our room. That was the beach we walked to the left on for breakfast and subsequently returned on.

Caroline Wise under the rainbow on the Oregon coast

Someday, I’ll count the number of photos we’ve taken of one or both of us standing under a rainbow, but for now, I’ll just put it out there that it’s probably been thousands. Okay, so I’ll admit right now that this is likely loaded with exaggeration, but that’s the size of the fish, and I’m sticking to it.

Caroline Wise at Toasted Cafe in Depoe Bay, Oregon

In continuing our theme of going slow on this trip, we stopped at Toasted in Depoe Bay for some coffee, knitting, and writing. If you could read the screen, you’d see this next block of text as it was being written:

Caroline’s eating Toe-Jam in the rain while Soft Cell asks Where Has Our Love Gone? That’s our midday on the Oregon coast. I should offer some clarification: we are in a coffee shop out of the rain, and Toe-Jam is this shop’s name for whole-grain bread with apricot jam and feta; the eighties music, sadly, is what it is. This is likely the first time we’ve ever stopped in Depoe Bay for more than staring at the surf that puts on a great display here as a blow-hole shoots water up out of the rocks during certain tidal events.

Today though, is gray, and the sea is relatively calm. We’re not worried about things as the weather is in constant flux and can change every ten minutes.

Her feeding has me feeling like it’s my time to do likewise, and so instead of leaving this to chance, I search for my best options; Sea Hag in Depoe Bay or Local Ocean Seafoods in Newport. The Hag wins for the name, but the fresh fish options down the road look to be the better draw. So I’ll pack up and get going before I ever really got going here in this meager attempt at writing something or other.

Local Ocean Seafoods in Newport, Oregon

Late lunch meets early dinner, or will we throw caution to the wind and overeat? Our first encounter with Local Ocean Seafoods in Newport, Oregon, will not be our last. This dish of whatever it was, must have been yummy because the place impressed both of us.

The view from Local Ocean Seafood in Newport, Oregon

The sky has opened up to let the sunshine through once more in the time it took us to drive from Depoe Bay to Newport and have lunch.

Oregon Coast

This is the rest of the day where the ocean, sun, clouds, birds, sand, and other elements command our attention, and we do little else than offer our obeisance.

Oregon Coast

It was a long walk down the beach to this very short cave and a unique view of the ocean.

Seagull staring me in the eye on the Oregon Coast

Who’s looking at whom?

Seagulls on the Oregon Coast

Just taking it all in and giving things very little thought.

Oregon Coast

The view from our room in Yachats and the end of my brief writing for this day. Sometimes, you just gotta chill.

Oregon – Day 2

John Wise and Caroline on the Oregon Coast

This blog entry is not exactly like others I’ve made, just as this trip is a bit different than others, too. I needed some restorative time with myself, and my wife is the perfect complement that allows me to find that. Today, I was able to spend some quality time writing, not that I had an agenda or even a seed of thought of what I would write about, I only knew that I wanted to sit somewhere and give the process a chance to happen. This is what came out of the first session after breakfast.

Sitting in Contemplation:

Would a bird be able to fly thinking of quantum electrodynamics? No, that is why they can be birds. We can think of escape velocities and find solutions to great problems; this is why we can be human.

Sitting here next to the ocean, taking time to think of nothing, I’m waiting for my imagination to return while my critical brain is encouraged to lay fallow. Turning off the mental process and worry after months of being constantly buried with the stress of running a busy life has taken its toll on allowing me to find solace in relaxation; these two things should never be placed in a sentence next to each other. Relaxing need not be stressful, but when through that exercise, we desire to find the quiet mind that opens the creative window where the bounty of imaginative thought resides and find it blocked by the chatter of that which inhibits us from truly being on mental holiday, then finding that sought after relaxation becomes yet another chore that brings more stress and not the desired solace.

We should strive to remove more from the repertoire of brain-making-noise activity. Take the time to stare into the sky, the waves, at the grasses being blown by the light wind. Get lost in the shifting cloud layers whose patterns of light change the silvery sheen cast down upon the roiling surf. Meditate on the mother and son walking barefoot on an early fall day in cool northern ocean waters and realize they are there in the moment for hugs and the playful creation of memories that will stay with both of them for the rest of their lives. Take inspiration from the dogs running in futility after seagulls that should always remain elusive from the maws of canines, yet while their attempt does not end in triumph; it does allow those watching their enthusiasm to have fun in their sprint across the sand and surf.

We are two days into an extended coastal vacation, and the initial rush into shutting off the outside world is just now starting to offer results. The inside world, the one that appreciates this contrast of golden seagrass, wet sand, the green crest of the waves before they break into foamy surf, and the stretching of the deep ocean into the horizon where my ability to understand its size or bounty is beyond the scope of my experience is only now starting to dawn. Overhead, the sky shifts from layers of blues, whites, and grays to a flat palette of sorrowful heaviness portending bad weather. Without a dramatic, lively blue sky dancing under the sun, my eye focuses on the ridgelines of blowing grass being combed by the wind that also encourages those walking just beyond the dune to bundle up and find warmth within.

This is what I seek: the warmth within. Not the kind of warmth that keeps us toasty and protected from the cold, but the warmth of creative flow that only arrives with the calming of the noisy mind. I will continue to sit here next to the ocean in search of nothing much more than the quiet and casual observation of a world that continues to show me its heartbeat. The pulse of life cannot be enjoyed if one doesn’t remember to take the time to see and listen to the murmur that can only be experienced when the last word has been thought and spoken. It is time to fly.

Salami, cheese, and bread from Andreoli Italian Grocer back in Arizona

Our lunch break is a gift from Giovanni at Andreoli Italian Grocer back in Arizona. Following our feast, we will head out for some serious exploration and walking, along with another coffee or two.

Haystack Rock at Cannon Beach, Oregon

We are not venturing far and wide but are instead spending quality time being slow. Here at Cannon Beach in November, we have found the perfect place to be in relative solitude away from crowds with just enough amenities to bring us the creature comforts of luxury.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

Night in Contemplation:

Writing when there’s nothing to write about because there’s nothing else to do and nothing left to read. I can’t turn on the television with the ocean in front of me with the sound of crashing waves rolling in. The low-frequency thud of a deep but unfelt earthquake sounded while the occasional flash of lightning was seen on the horizon to the west. The last time I witnessed the sound of a quake was on a winter night in Yellowstone, as a small earthquake was heard in the distance. Strange earth tones, for sure, and one we are not witnessing very often.

What of the possible tempest in the distance? I’ve heard that a winter thunderstorm on the Oregon coast this time of year is not a common thing to experience either. Nor is this cold that has me near shivering due to my familiarity with our desert home in Arizona. Oh, how we take for granted our creature comforts! While, yes, we are ocean side and on the fourth floor of our motel, the windows are open and the cold air has been blowing into our room since this afternoon and has made our temporary dwelling nearly as cold inside as it is outside. At least it’s dry in here; out there, it has been raining off and on.

A sound will drag me out on our balcony to hear an engine, a voice in the distance, or something of who knows what kind of nature? I come back in to at least get out of the low winds, though gusts can cut right into my face with a slap of supercooled air: winter is in the air.

My fingers are starting to feel as though they’ll start shaking in the cold. I rub my feet together and try to entangle my toes to generate some heat through friction. I’d like to shut the sliding door but that would turn off the ocean and all the random other sounds which are mixed in with the constant roar of the sea.

The brightest flash of lightning yet pulled me from my chair. I stood waiting for another flash that never came. Still, it’s cold out in the wind; lucky me, it’s just cold in here and not windy. So I watched the horizon for another minute or so, and then I heard the remnant of thunder that had traveled many a mile over the Pacific to reach us with its low rumble.

This then begs the question: if having heard the sound of a distant earthquake, was that, in fact, thunder? You see, I can’t say I’ve ever heard thunder from a storm that was more than about 30 seconds away. This thunder was at least 60 seconds, if not 90 seconds or more, after I saw the flash.

I’m not comfortable, and yet I am. I’m cold, but it’s the night’s embrace sharing itself with us. It’s the loneliness of the ocean keeping that kind of overbearing knowledge of vastness away from those of us whose nature would be swallowed by immensity if we were to encounter it on its own terms. Instead, we must only listen to its roaring song on the fringe of its edges.

The sound coming through the open door has become white noise that has lost a lot of its early character when, in the middle of the day, I was watching its illuminated waters so vigilantly and associating its sound characteristics with individual waves and encounters with parts of the landscape. Tonight, though, while I sit in front of its orchestra, I cannot simultaneously see the ocean and type at the same time. Outside, there’s just enough light to see a bit into the distance, but here, we only get to feel the moistened air that is the ocean’s exhale.

I take comfort in this experience that has so much to share that differs from what I find in my normal routine. One cannot simply turn on the cold any better here than a desert dweller can turn down the heat on a summer day. So if a vacation is to do something out of the ordinary as it compares to our daily habits, then maybe weather vacationing should be a thing. Live in Phoenix? Take a week of January in Minnesota to truly feel the different clime, allowing you to know that you are on a true vacation.

I should sleep now, but the cold has caffeinated me into a cramping shiver; I should close the door and allow the yawn to drag me off to comfort. Will I miss out on a special sound, such as a draft or howl of cold wind, that would offer yet another unforgettable memory? Such as the 70mph gales storm winds that drove Caroline and me from a New Year’s perch in a bird’s nest on a cliffside in Big Sur some years ago.

There’s so much nothing I think I’d rather be doing, and sleeping shouldn’t be one of them, but I must. I should try to be reasonable, though how should I know what for, when we are free to do what we will, until when we’d like to, as nothing is on our agenda? Oh well, I’ve sat here and dropped almost 900 words on the page that hardly feels like a thing was accomplished. Musing need not be reflective of genius but of a process that evolves.

Doing of a Thing – TimefireVR

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Where do the impulses that guide our decisions to do something extraordinary come from? How do motivation and drive find and guide us for the “doing of a thing?”

I’d venture to say that there are two common ways of leading one’s life: resignation or bitterness. And then there’s the rarer third way: meeting it with exuberance and delight.

In a sense, I’m describing the conscious and subconscious minds that lead us to the Pollyanna principle. This principle states that at the subconscious level, we tend to focus on the optimistic, while on the conscious level, we have a tendency to focus on the negative.

Most people I’ve met are certainly caught up in their conscious minds, while a small group, a very small group, has figured out a way of bringing their subconscious minds forward, allowing themselves to revel in the amazing. Nobody who is mired in frustration chooses to be unhappy, though. Unless they truly enjoy a traumatic struggle to find happiness.

In America, we tend to focus more on the external qualities of life than the internal. Hence, our lives, to a large extent, are a manifestation of the lifestyle we are able to put on display. We are a composite of our belongings, clothes, brands, pop culture, and devices.

What we are not is the sum of our intellectual longings or imaginative observations. We are effectively forced to kill that playful part of us while still in our teens as society asks us to be serious and accept the pain of existence.

Yet, we are the ones who make existence difficult. We allow the perpetuation of turning play into toil; we do it by telling the young person they must turn away from fun and games and start to reconcile that they will now focus on work. Homework, classwork, yard work, chores – these are a kind of punishment, a penance for existing. It is behavioral conditioning that follows us through our lives. Think about it: how we describe “Rolling up our sleeves and facing the hard work ahead” as though we may not return or at least we may suffer for our efforts.

Learning, playing, creating, and experiencing that offer delight should be our daily reward for breathing. The archaic conditioning of outmoded industrial structural dominance that has governed us needs to be cast off. We must start to bring the subconscious mind forward and return to play.

The constant complaining, maligning, verbal, and visceral recognition of what is wrong with the world does nothing but enforce the bitterness within ourselves and those around us. The silent resignation and acceptance of a bad situation is not a solution either. By either accepting the status quo or constantly complaining about everything, we are the ones who are filling our sandbox with cat turds of our own making.

We have to re-employ our intellect and see that we intuitively know the social, environmental, societal, and geopolitical problems that exist and then do something about them. We are a species of thinkers. We use words and other symbols to alter our world and build new visions. The writing is on the wall right in front of us; we must be willing to do the thing, to do something, something positive.

And so it is that one person shares a vision of doing something while having more than a dozen people contribute by lending their creative talents to the endeavor. I also offer my gratitude to those who have offered their money to help realize the dream of someone who is trying to help us take one more small positive step forward.

A New Species – TimefireVR

VR Fish

Scientists have recently verified a genetic mutation first identified in 2006 from a random sampling of newborns as a significant enough anomaly to warrant claiming a new species of humanity has emerged. Walking among us today may be a species of humans that could be our replacements.

These findings have been kept secret for nearly a decade due to the fear that the release of such information could cause widespread hysteria. The discovery has been held from public knowledge as authorities and the scientific community sought to understand the larger implications for society.

For many, the first question would be, “If humans were showing signs of evolutionary change, would anyone be able to shield it from the public eye?”

The simple answer is there isn’t any physical mutation or visual differentiation that would allow us to easily spot the carriers of the new mutation in the way we would be able to distinguish modern humans from Neanderthals. There are NO outward differences that enable us to identify this new species of man and woman.

After years of research, the mutation appears to have started following the early years of the second Industrial Revolution (ca. 1900), but possibly not until the 1940s did the process gain momentum. For millennia, our species IQ has been slowly growing with some estimates suggesting it took close to 100,000 years for our intelligence to move from an apelike IQ of about 50 to something around 70 by 1900. Today, the average IQ of an American is about 100. In one percent of the time, humanity’s average intelligence went up 150%. Most of this gain has been post-World War II, along with our incredible gains in technology.

Following the Enlightenment of the 18th century, we humans entered a period of great intellectual advancement in medicine, chemistry, physics, communication, art, work, and ideas of freedom. The ensuing two hundred years were tumultuous and filled with war due to the social and structural norms that were being broken down due to humanity’s encounter with greater intellectual capacity. Stark and dramatic changes due to innovation were convulsing society.

It is now theorized that the forces that have propelled the evolutionary changes that had us diverging from a common ape ancestor and evolving from ancestral species such as Homo Erectus and Heidelbergensis along with failed side branches such as Neanderthalensis, Denisovans, and Floresiensis are still at work and producing a new version of us Hominins.

One possible explanation of how the mutation occurred is that it could have originated from some not-yet-understood communicative relationship between our brains and DNA. It is as though our species’ genetic code was somehow able to foresee and anticipate the social implications of our intellectual advancements and, in some way, understand where humanity would take knowledge. The idea that our DNA or some other biological mechanism can then direct gene expression and alter our very humanity to favor certain characteristics is certainly in the realm of what we thought until now was science fiction.

When we humans moved away from our hunter-gatherer roots and entered an agrarian age, we started to rapidly develop technology, allowing us to alter the lives of plants and head down a path of animal husbandry to domesticate particular animals. While this knowledge served us well for 10,000 years, it was with the approach of the modern era that we would see the greatest acceleration of change.

Nearly right up to modern times, people who lived on the margins of Earth in primitive cultures were seen as contemptible and just as often worthless. As such, they were taken into slavery and or pushed off their ancestral lands in order to make way for progress. For many years, our ancestors didn’t believe that these “barbarians and primitives” were even related to the modern enlightened figure who was thrusting culture and economy forward.

Fast forward to today, and we see the exchange of information and economy on a global scale with no end in sight. People have been culturally and racially integrating while accepting the rapidly changing social views that are coming with the dawn of distributed knowledge. And it is this word, knowledge, that is the underpinning of our current evolutionary trajectory.

Knowledge was and is the only tool our species can possess that might allow life to move into the Universe. If we were to remain warlike, full of hatred and intolerance, we could theoretically extinct ourselves before intelligent life had the opportunity to move forward with its ultimate instinctual goal – the propagation of life.

Many on Earth now recognize the vestiges of this ancestral predecessor and are trying to repair their violent mistakes with steps to alleviate the damage inflicted upon our environment and other species. This change of attitude and action is likely originating in this new species of humans.

This information is starting to leak out now because the mutation is widespread enough that no attempt to destroy it will be effective. In all corners of the Earth, we are seeing the appearance of this new form of man and woman. We might recognize them as they embrace complexity and strive for social cohesion.

Their immediate ancestors were the scientists, mathematicians, doctors, programmers, and politicians who paved the way for everything from rocketry, MRI, smartphones, the Internet, and, yes, Virtual Reality. The possible first generation of these new people has already retired, with the second generation in their working prime soon, though the largest wave of new humans will wrest control from the dominant but self-extincting earlier species of man and begin to take the helm of guiding humanity.

Some might worry that as the older version of humanity recognizes they are being pushed aside, they will rebel and attempt to kill off the new type of human being. However, this kind of backlash may not be feasible, as the new version cannot be distinguished from the old.

Our forebears had to look identical as in all likelihood, the current dominant species would have attempted to extinct it if it could identify it, especially if it posed a threat to people and their way of life.

Nature appears to be putting to rest the part of the hominin species that brought us the Stone Age and fought our battles. The next version of humans might be called Homo Intelligens, and their coming era and beyond could be one of social, almost hive-like cooperation that could propel thought and culture deep into the Universe as we find our way off of our planet and into the cosmos.

If you would like to know who they are, you can find them scattered around our Earth. Often, the genetic mutation has been triggered in the children of average people, and no one can yet see just how different they will grow up to be. There are hundreds of millions of them. They will be known for their ease of moving into complexity. They are hugely social and accepting of cultural differences while being wary of people stuck in outdated modes of thought and intolerance. In the 1970’s we likely got our first real glimpse of them as a growing population when they became computer programmers and engineers and ushered in the age of communication.

Without them now humanity would possibly cease to exist as there are simply too many people on Earth that must be fed, clothed, housed, their waste eliminated, their cities maintained, electricity distribution, and communication systems kept humming.

Humanity is at a crossroads where it must choose to embrace the coming radical social upheaval that will accompany our shift from one human species to another. One that doesn’t share the same cultural norms, religion, and antiquated forms of behavior of the group it is leaving behind. Or the aggression still inherent in our dominant species, who inherited their warlike violent tendencies from long-separated ape ancestors, will drive them to declare war on humanity and cause our demise.

“They will be known by the masks they wear on their faces, and you will find them in Virtual Reality. Their secret society will be invisible unless you know just where to look. They are shaping our future; they will be walking among us in Hypatia.”

Boredom – TimefireVR

John

Why are people bored? To my mind, boredom seems nearly impossible. I say nearly because I, too, know what it is. Wikipedia says boredom has to do with our “Experience of time and problems of meaning.” I get this. We find ourselves uncertain about what to do next, especially if what we are considering has no real personal meaning. Hence, kids can become bored playing video games because the game has lost meaning, but there’s nothing else to do with one’s time.

The philosophical definition of boredom talks about one’s environment being dull, tedious, and lacking stimulation. In our technologically advanced age, this seems like an impossibility, but I get it, too. You see, having a laundry list of virtually thousands of things to do is a pretty recent thing. We no longer look for what we will be doing for the rest of the day. A typical 16-hour day has been fragmented into tiny moments that need filling. Imagine life on a farm 100 years ago; you might have worked a task an entire day and still have to return to it the next day.

Fast forward to 2015, and we are constantly waiting for the next stimulus, and when it arrives late, we get bored. So, we pull out our phones and make a quick scan of the social media we are plugged into. Nothing there? Try a quick game with someone else who’s bored. If they’re not responding quickly enough, play against the computer.

We are not becoming stimulus junkies; we have ALWAYS been, so it’s just getting easier to satisfy that biological need. We used to see it in nomads, inventors, professional soldiers, serial entrepreneurs, and artists. Now, it’s starting to afflict all of us. We need adventures, entertainment, and lots of stuff to do.

This is where a symbiosis between Virtual Reality and Artificial Intelligence can work positively for humanity. If our robot overlords could anticipate where boredom might arise and take steps to place us in situations that account for our trajectory into a void of stimulus and counter that with something to do that is of interest to us, boredom would be crushed.

Video games and action movies already try to do this by throwing brute force kinetic energy at the player/viewer in a relentless attack so the person cannot pause for even a second of boredom. The problem here is that some of us, I suspect many more than we might think, do not enjoy this bombardment of mindless intensity where thought is excluded in exchange for more excitement.

So, is there a place for an environment like Hypatia? I believe so. Will we see players get bored? Possibly, but it will hopefully be quickly squashed as the player continues their exploration and discovery of our city. As more creative people move in and start offering their content and entertainment to others, they will fill the gap where a small company simply cannot produce so much material to keep the visitor constantly engaged.

Hypatia demands participation. You are not only the observer in your seat waiting to be entertained, but you also have a responsibility to yourself and others to get involved. It’s kind of like a band; either you are on stage playing guitar with us, or the show was sold out, and you’re watching your favorite group again on YouTube. So saddle up your inner panther and get ready to pounce…..boredom will be banished.