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Upon arrival to the Proserpina I encountered a young man - though later I found out he's not as young as he looks - named Ozzie Isaacs. Having been stuck in the same room with him for 24 hours, we exchanged pleasantries, and I discovered that Ozzie's from what I'd call "the future".
He described all manner of technological advances, from rejuvenation treatments to something akin to the experimental moving pictures I'd heard were being exhibited in Paris. Television is like moving pictures on a broader scale, casting the images and sound out to a world-wide audience. Dramas on television are popular, carrying on with the theatrical traditions which are already thousands of years old.
Apparently that technology has advanced so much by Ozzie's time that a person's able to fully immerse themselves into a created, projected space. He calls those things sensor vids. Despite all this futuristic alchemy, however, Ozzie assures me that humans are still humans. He didn't seem much altered from any contemporary of mine, so I'll have to take him at his word.
He described all manner of technological advances, from rejuvenation treatments to something akin to the experimental moving pictures I'd heard were being exhibited in Paris. Television is like moving pictures on a broader scale, casting the images and sound out to a world-wide audience. Dramas on television are popular, carrying on with the theatrical traditions which are already thousands of years old.
Apparently that technology has advanced so much by Ozzie's time that a person's able to fully immerse themselves into a created, projected space. He calls those things sensor vids. Despite all this futuristic alchemy, however, Ozzie assures me that humans are still humans. He didn't seem much altered from any contemporary of mine, so I'll have to take him at his word.