For those of us who have trouble with reality, the prospect of virtual reality is likely terrifying. A sort of spectral life, but with extra troubleshooting? On top of regular old existence?
The thing is, like many people, I suspect, I’m not actually sure what “virtual reality” means. Only that it has come to symbolize a fearsome new world where problems magnify in proportion with pixels, prideful jargon is inescapable (the easiest way to curse something, whether it’s a Boeing or a streaming platform, is to put “Max” in the name), and dorks in white leather sneakers lord over us all.
