“It’s lights, Ronan. Just lights.
He took a theatrical step toward her. That’s right. He showed her his empty palms, then the backs of his hands. He stood against the north wall of the Cavern, a living silhouette, glowing with a luminous halo. Just lights. But then, what isn’t?” (p. 195)
Virtual Reality is just a fancy version of Plato’s cave. A version that fools us because we know it is virtual, but are in love with our ingenuity.
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