"Michael Sweeney - Virtual Threat" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sweeney Michael)

Experiments in tricking the mind into believing it was somewhere it wasn't.
Doing things it wasn't. Electro-magnetic suggestions subliminally controlled
what the mind perceived. This fooled the mind most effectively. After the
military lost most of its funding, it changed gears, from special training
equipment, to intense cyberspace games. They took the virtual out of virtual
reality.
To anyone who lost control, it was reality. Though rare, bugs were the most
feared problems with cyberspace. In one incident, the game stopped translating
the computer language and started dumping into the users brain. The users mind
was washed away by computer gibberish. Very frightening. Less dangerous,
though irritating bugs included coming across bug outs. Places where the Game
stopped and the user was in the Operating System itself.
Pierce ambled into his kitchen and made a sandwich. He wasn't particular on
the ingredients and it certainly wasn't health food. Stuffing the sandwich
into his mouth, he hurried out into the street. He made his way to the nearest
Medical Facility. He met no one on the street. The nearest Medical was Number
Twenty-Seven. It was a quick brisk walk and he was there. The front of the
small en clove displayed the number of the station and the affiliated
genedocs.
Pierce went to the reception desk and took a number. There were only a few
others, so he was soon called. The genedoc who was available came out and bid
Pierce into his patient room.
The room was white and clean. Pierce sat on the table in the middle of the
room.
"Well, Mr. Pierce, I'm Doctor Jameson. If you would please remove your shirt
and answer these brief questions." the genedoc began.
Pierce complied readily to his tests and questions. The final brain cavity
scan seemed to take forever. When it was all over the doctor spoke to him.
"That's it. From these scans it looks like you haven't suffered anything
dangerous. The ether feedback was minor. However, there is some residual shock
leftover. I would advise you not go on line for a few hours. Other than that
you're fine." the doctor smiled. "Though I must emphasize, this could just
have well been serious. There is no way for a recipient of cerebral shot to
judge its severity."
" Then I can go?"
"Of course. As a matter of fact I'll be joining you."
Pierce smiled weakly. He did not mind real world civility, but he was in a bit
of a hurry. "Actually, I do have to get back. I kind of left myself in a
pickle."
The doctor frowned. "Not thinking of on-lining so soon, are we?"
Pierce gave a look of mock shock. "Never, just pressed for time." The doctor
smiled again.
"So how are things on the ether? I haven't been on-line in two days."
Pierce looked at the doctor suspiciously. He seemed harmless enough. Though,
that was often the best cover. Pierce chided himself for being so paranoid.
Nothing he knew wasn't readily available on the Game gossipnets.
So he told the doctor more or less what was happening. The Doctor laughed at
the mention of a possible Martian attack. The two men walked out of the
building. It seemed that the doctor lived in the same direction as Pierce. On
the way Pierce related his incident and run in with the Martians.