Phili K. Dick comes up with some great creations in this book.
I love the mood organ. In the morning it wakes you and gives you the attitude you need to get that day going.
"If you set the surge up high enough, you'll be glad you're awake."
Don't we all need one of these?
Then there's kipple.
"Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders...When nobody's around, kipple reproduces itself."
The empathy box and Wilbur Mercer.
The surviving humans on earth need a way to commune with each other so they use an empathy box. By holding the handles and watching the video of Wilbur Mercer climbing his hill in the wilderness Isidore merges with the old man and others watching him on his climb. The experience includes bleeding when stones are thrown and cut Mercer's arm. Not sure how this is achieved.
"He had crossed in the usual perplexing fashion; physical merging-accompanied by mental and spitual identification - with Wilbur Mercer had reocurred. As it did for everyone who at this moment clutched the handles, either here on earth or on one of the colony planets. He experienced them, the others, incorporated the babble of their thoughts, heard in his own brain the noise of many individual existences. They- and he -cared about one thing; this fusion of their mentalities oriented their attention on the hill, the climb, the need to ascend".
Climbing the hill to the Stanford Dish will never be the same for me again. I'll be looking for Wilbur Mercer.
I love the mood organ. In the morning it wakes you and gives you the attitude you need to get that day going.
"If you set the surge up high enough, you'll be glad you're awake."
Don't we all need one of these?
Then there's kipple.
"Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders...When nobody's around, kipple reproduces itself."
The empathy box and Wilbur Mercer.
The surviving humans on earth need a way to commune with each other so they use an empathy box. By holding the handles and watching the video of Wilbur Mercer climbing his hill in the wilderness Isidore merges with the old man and others watching him on his climb. The experience includes bleeding when stones are thrown and cut Mercer's arm. Not sure how this is achieved.
"He had crossed in the usual perplexing fashion; physical merging-accompanied by mental and spitual identification - with Wilbur Mercer had reocurred. As it did for everyone who at this moment clutched the handles, either here on earth or on one of the colony planets. He experienced them, the others, incorporated the babble of their thoughts, heard in his own brain the noise of many individual existences. They- and he -cared about one thing; this fusion of their mentalities oriented their attention on the hill, the climb, the need to ascend".
Climbing the hill to the Stanford Dish will never be the same for me again. I'll be looking for Wilbur Mercer.
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