After all of my protestations over buying a new phone, I kind of love it. Now that it’s encased in a gummy purple shell, it’s damn near perfect. Its cool aluminium body no longer slips out of my clumsy mitts. The case deftly creates small alcoves for the buttons. The on/off button is immensely satisfying to push. It’s not bulky or heavy, plus it has the desired aesthetic of a seven year old. It’s outfitted with a screen cover, so I can’t even smudge it with my greasy fingers. The battery rocks my fucking socks, I can even get a whole day out of it without charging. It’s exceeded my expectations something fierce. It even does creepily helpful shit like knowing I’m going to London in a week and suggesting I download the maps for offline use. I trust my phone as far as I can throw it (and yes, there’s an event for that), but you know what? I did what it told me to do. Because I’m meek, weak willed and want to curry favour with my inevitable robot overlords.
Speaking of robot overlords and exceeding expectations, I got to try real VR for the first time the other day. Since I was a kid, the novelty of VR has never ceased exciting me. On the other hand, the reality of VR was virtually always disappointing. I get motion sickness, and most rigs lacked a widened depth of field option. So ten minutes of VR often meant a few hours of feeling violently ill. My friend had the Playstation VR equipment, which was way more high end than I’m used to. He suggested I try out Archangel VR which was basically Battletech/Mechwarrior. I didn’t expect it’d be half as immersive as it was. There we were in his lounge, he was making coffee and asking how I wanted it. At the same time, I was in another reality, riding in a convoy as my young son showed me a wargame he’d programmed. If it wasn’t for him asking me about coffee, I would’ve entirely forgotten I was in a lounge.
The scale was remarkable. There was this great moment when I arrived at the foot of my mech. I had to crane my neck to take the whole thing in. The controls were simple, but felt very intuitive. I could reach out and punch things with my massive arms, fire my machine gun or missiles. I had shields mounted on each arm and had to block in a directional capacity. I likely played for around 20 minutes, but for those 20 minutes I was absorbed utterly. If this is the future of gaming, it’s gonna be a wild ride.
Speaking of a wild ride, it’s time to go back to Chinatown to get a refund. They sold me a “Fast Charger” which is just an ordinary charger. If I don’t have the time to properly charge my phone, I certainly don’t have the time for that brand of bullshit.
Onwards to the future!