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It seems clear to me that plenty of people want this, but I'm inclined to think its a generational thing, to a degree. Too confusing for non digital natives, I suspect. And I'm not even a proper digital native. Imagine learning your first language online.
Yeah knowing programming isn't as much of a generational thing as accepting online as an increasingly default setting for socializing.it's not a generational divide for what it's worth. most young people think computers are for nerds. they dont want to live inside one.
people have been doing the cyberutopian thing at least since the early 90s. i've seen it all before.
Learning your first language online? As in you want a baby to learn a language "online"
There is some absurd shit in this thread its great
So we're still early into this, insofar as brain-computer interfaces are still primitive (to my knowledge), insofar as the term "metaverse" itself may seem silly or fantastical, insofar as most humans are not digital natives, and insofar as it is still a niche concept/interest.
Yes, this is an important front to watch.
Sexual psychologist Cathline Smoos spent most of last year having freaky, virtual sex with her two then-boyfriends. Usually, they fooled around together in the trippy, immersive game VRChat, but one day, they decided to explore what it would be like to have sex as objects instead. In their respective bedrooms on different corners of the globe, they strapped on their VR headsets, and embodied two non-human avatars; Smoos chose a chest of drawers, her partner a TV.
First, they warmed up by virtually rubbing up against each other, using the VR hands attached to their avatars to gently caress one another in the metaverse. Although there was no physical touch, they both felt sparks when their avatars made contact. Smoos calls this the “phantom touch” — when she gets down and dirty in VR, her real-life body feels an erotic tingle, too. Research backs this up — because you perceive virtual touches as being real, it’s common to feel an actual sensation.
Gradually, this light foreplay escalated as Smoos’ TV-shaped partner gently tugged at the handle of one of her polished drawers. “He opened it slowly at first, and then he sped up,” she tells me, leaning in slightly. “It was so weird, I thought I’d feel the sensation on my chest — that’s kind of where I imagined the drawer would be on my body — but instead, I felt it on my knee. Soon, I was like, ‘Oh fuck yeah, open them again!’”