The History
The tower of Babel, Pieter Bruegel.
This system quickly grew and did trickle down to include well over 5 billion members by the year 2034. Firewalls were in place to preserve and separate the social classes. You were ranked on your assets, your wealth and social standing, but also by your contributions to the dreamscapes, so you could rise by intelligence and sprightly inventiveness to higher levels. But only so far. There were a thousand levels. You could always descend to roam any lower plane, with the danger that you might be corrupted and ensnared by its vices if you stayed too long, the debaucheries, the opioids, the seductive masks of the lower classes. But if your sanity prevailed you could return, block out the scenario or whomever you wanted, except of course the administrators, and therein lay a problem.
These guardians were at first of two types. The first were referred to as custodians or monitors, simply watching the streams of shared mental activity for signs of predation or crossing borders with false identities. This new cyber world was thick with voyeurs and stalkers, the criminal manipulators and deceivers, trying to corner you and confuse you, pickpocket your face and crypto wallet in exchange for a wish. So a second class of aggressive, intrusive administrators were devised, algorithms, not only to block these evildoers but banish them.
They had the ability to range through your mind at any time and to severely chastise and punish foolish behavior. They could flood your thoughts with the most horrific fates, nightmares, dungeons and diseases. Because they always came to you in very trim suits, and pretended to offer you advice, they were called lawyers. The men in black.
Remember what the first importers of tobacco advertised; “Hey, if you find out its bad for you, you can always quit”. Or the people who put the television set in every living room; “If you don't like it you can always turn it off.”
Well, the wet chip implant had the same flaw in that you could turn it down but you could never completely turn it off. The administrators always had access to your thoughts, and the phrase ‘subliminal suggestion’ took on a whole new life and terror all its own.
In fact the whole notion of reality quickly muddied its borders with this rush to the metaverse. People would indulge in cyber play all day long, in-mind gaming as they called it, and drift at length completely into their huge cyber worlds in their assumed characters. And the games, beyond the template, would be their own creation.
Imagine having all of Shakespeare in your head, all the words, each scene, any production or movie version ready to conjure up and play out upon the screen of your closed eyelids. Then add music and background to the flowing dialogue, any music you choose, or change the faces of the actors to those of your friends, dress them or undress them at will, mix, match, alter, abbreviate any part, and share the creation with your friends so they can join in and enter the scene along with you. With such godlike powers of conjuring, fuelled by the World Wide Web, people began to lose their real identities, often forgetting to eat or urinate till the body commanded it. Then they would traipse in a daze, like a sleepwalker, to the bathroom or kitchen, then stumble back to bed.
Reminders were incorporated into the stream. Our necessary functions were built into the games, as prompts, so that we ate and slept and had sex within their context. Some even worked inside their delusions and remained productive at the rare necessary posts to maintain our cities. Some managed the grids, maintained the mainframes, repaired robots like zombies in what was called ‘Delta’ state, not noticing the slowly decaying environment, like people on autopilot, the far greater part of their minds wrapped up in the false world they were living. But as I found out with my own eyes, those few were all slowly being replaced by automation and more robots.
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