My Science Fiction World
I realized this morning that I'm living in the cyberpunk future I used to read about in high school and college. Consider these items from my morning news:
(But before you do that, consider that I have my morning news, rather than the same morning news everyone else has, and it's made up of a collection of blogs and feed aggregations.)
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From the local chief of police: Thursday Night Fights.
Last night's festivities outside Opulence started when the Head of Security decided that the best way to get the crowd to leave the area was to deploy his stash of pepper spray. Rather than calming things down and encouraging the lingerers to disperse, the crowd became enraged and someone punched out the Head of Security. The caused a second employee to release more pepper spray, which did not calm the crowd either (funny how that works).
To sum up: if gasoline doesn't put out your fire, try pouring gasoline on it.
The comments on the entry are also an interesting read.
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In other news: New gold seller tactic: Trying way too hard.
[A] certain gold seller got creative when trying to figure out ways to advertise past Blizzard's spam filter. The gold farmers created hundreds of identical level 1 gnomes, postion-hacked them into mid-air, and let them fall to certain doom in a way that spelled out the web address of their gold-selling site...
This caught my eye not only for the sheer absurdity of it, but also because it was mentioned on the blog of an author whose work I enjoy. He imagines trying to explain it to a person from the year 1977, an interesting exercise in future shock, and what we've been able to assimilate.
It's the birth of a new advertising medium: transmitting your message via the corpses of dead, virtual gnomes. Obviously, the audience is somewhat limited, but I'm fascinated that the least valuable commodity in the WoW milieu is beginning avatars. Not rocks, not piles of stuff, but potential denizens of the world.
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