Warbaby wiped the glasses again and put them back on. “It’s a virtual light display,” Freddie said, “Anything… — William Gibson
Warbaby wiped the glasses again and put them back on.
“It’s a virtual light display,” Freddie said, “Anything can be digitized, you can see it there.”
“Telepresence,” Rydell said.
“Naw,” Freddie said, “that’s light. That’s photons coming out and hitting on your eye. This doesn’t work like that. Mr. Warbaby walks around and looks at stuff, he can see the data-feed at the same time. You put those glasses on a man doesn’t have eyes, optic nerve’s okay, he can see the input. That’s why they built the first ones. For blind people.”
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