Three days is the limit of human seclusion.
In 1954, psychologists WHBexton, W Heron and TH Seott conducted a famous psychological experiment - the sensory deprivation experiment - in the laboratory of McGill University in Canada. The students who were the experimental subjects were asked to wear plastic glasses to reduce graphic vision; wear paper gloves and sleeves that restricted touch to reduce the subject's movements; strengthen indoor sound insulation to reduce hearing, and use an air conditioner to make a monotonous buzzing sound. On the fourth day, in this stimulating environment, the subjects began to suffer from inattention, severe disorder of movement, sensitivity to pain, and hallucinations.
The sun has not completely set yet, and the neon lights all over the city streets can’t wait to light up. Colorful lights and shadows fill every darkness, and various holographic images occupy every space, reshaping the shape of high-rise buildings, streets and alleys. , a bizarre world appeared before people's eyes, desperately attracting the attention of passers-by. Amidst the bustle of traffic and the bustle of people, the crowds of people moved mechanically between reality and phantom like passing smoke.
"Boss, how do you sell this?" At a roadside stall twinkling with stars, an old man sat with his head lowered and constantly browsing the order page in front of him. A big "0" was displayed in a conspicuous position. . The old man prayed silently to the portrait that appeared in the projection: "Big brother of the platform, please have mercy on me and let me sell orders..." "Boss, please..." "Go, go, go, don't look at me. I'm busy." "?" The old man waved his hand impatiently to drive him away.
"Mom, someone fell down in front." A woman laughed from time to time, holding the child's hand and still drifting with the flow. She didn't pay attention to the child's call or the changes around her. She was still immersed in her own thoughts. In the virtual world, it is customary to hold the child's hand and disappear into the crowd.
"Sir, the destination has arrived." As the system sounded, the man came back to his senses and looked outside the car. Seeing the familiar holographic projection facade in my memory, I got out of the car out of habit, walked in, and said hello to my friends who had their heads lowered: "Here we are." "Here we are." "Okay." There was a response. Finally, everyone lowered their heads in unison and immersed themselves in their own virtual worlds, each playing their own game.
"Wow! I'm on the hot search list!" A young girl in fashionable clothes raised her head and cheered excitedly. As the voice was drowned in the noisy environment without any echo, the young girl put away her excited expression and lowered her head in boredom. Head, once again returned to the lively virtual world to interact, immersed in the pleasure of soaring values, and smiled again.
Put on the headphones, and you can go from isolating the hustle and bustle of the outside world to being immersed in the soft words in your ears; put on the glasses, and go from blocking the scorching sun to being indulged in the changing brilliance. From the noisy night market back to the quiet bedroom, is it the huge gap in reality that makes people reluctant to return, or is it the virtual yellow dream that makes people reluctant to leave? After throwing reality into the subconscious, people seem to live in the illusion of consciousness.
In 1969, the Ministry of Defense established the Arpanet network. As more and more information was entered into the Internet, the information explosion was defined in the 1980s. The black hole formed by the explosion swallowed more and more equipment, information and people into this virtual world.
Human feelings are separated, distorted, and reconstructed in virtualization. But in reality, each body is like a walking zombie, and its soul is being swallowed up bit by bit by the virtual world.
