The Life of the Chinese Gold Farmer
It may seem strange that a wage-working loot farmer would still care about the freedom to play. But it is not half as strange as the scene that unfolded one evening at 9 o’clock in the Internet cafe on the ground floor of the building where Donghua has its offices. Scattered around the stifling, dim wang ba, 10 power levelers just off the day shift were merrily gaming away. Not all of them were playing World of Warcraft. A big, silent lug named Mao sat mesmerized by a very pink-and-purple Japanese schoolgirls’ game, in which doe-eyed characters square off in dancing contests with other online players. But the rest had chosen, to a man, to log into their personal World of Warcraft accounts and spend these precious free hours right back where they had spent every other hour of the day: in Azeroth.
Ajattelen aina välillä näin metaforisesti, että olemme transhumanististen teknologioiden kanssa siinä pelivaiheessa, että päästäkseen seuraavalle tasolle täytyy keräillä pisteitä ja kultaa tappamalla samoja pikkumonstereita päivästä toiseen.
Who Loves Designer Vaginas?
What, furthermore, are you gonna do about human knowledge? About how science insists on marching hell-bent forward with such astonishing speed and with such incredible dexterity toward some glorious otherworldly nightmare dreamscape of anima manipulation, a land where we can effortlessly rescramble our genetic code and reconfigure this none-too-solid flesh as we "play God" in so many bewildering ways the Christian right can't even figure out where to aim its hollow, horrified indignation?
ViewPoint - Taustapeili silmälaseihin.
Brain Activity Controls Toy Train