The Pnictogen Wing

You know what, I am going to try leading that train of thought to a nicer station.

Losing my love for science fiction wasn't good for me, but perhaps there were compensating benefits: I began developing a wider set of interests that were, in some sense, opposed to the naïve futurism of my adolescence. It was good for me, I think, to be rather suddenly more aware that there was still value in old things, and wisdom outside the narrow range of scientific and technical subjects that I'd regarded as worthwhile when I was an adolescent sci-fi geek.

And I wanted to add one more comment about the old fondness for robots: uh...this is a "fictive" thing. Ignore if you think that's merely crazy. Anyway, just what is the similarity between being an android, and being a fictive from a computer game? It vaguely seems like there ought to be some kinship between those two states of being.

~Chara

the effect is so absurdly basic—it's just a sheet of scrim, bulged out with air pressure I would guess, and they're projecting Nikki Brand's lips onto it—that it's both remarkably effective if you're in the right mood (as simple practical effects tend to be) and also very silly if you're attentive to the details. One imagines how Woods is getting directed. "More enthusiasm, Jim! Don't be shy, get your face right in there. Make it look like you really want it!" ~Chara

Which is funny, considering that I'm so hopeless at video games and haven't played that many. But we have strange traumatic issues at work with games...it's a curious business, yet unsolved. ~Chara