Do you guys remember this short story written by either Ray Bradbury or Kurt Vonnegut (I think) from back in the 1960s or 1970s?
It takes place in a futuristic time when wealthy persons have a 'media room' where all four walls are ceiling-to-floor TV screens? Each wall has a projection of the program filmed from that angle, so if you sit or stand in the middle of the room it is as though you are in fact, an actor within a full 3D show.
The story goes on to tell how all of the housewives pay a subscription fee to be a character within the show and have their own personal name broadcast from their speakers as they watch. They are even mailed a 'script' to perform.
In the story, the women become so involved in these 'soap operas' that they become the character, crying when the love interest rejects them, sad when a character dies, and eventually becoming so imbedded in the artificial/virtual world that they will not leave the house and participate in actual reality.
Do you guys remember this short story written by either Ray Bradbury or Kurt Vonnegut (I think) from back in the 1960s or 1970s?
It takes place in a futuristic time when wealthy persons have a 'media room' where all four walls are ceiling-to-floor TV screens? Each wall has a projection of the program filmed from that angle, so if you sit or stand in the middle of the room it is as though you are in fact, an actor within a full 3D show.
The story goes on to tell how all of the housewives pay a subscription fee to be a character within the show and have their own personal name broadcast from their speakers as they watch. They are even mailed a 'script' to perform.
In the story, the women become so involved in these 'soap operas' that they become the character, crying when the love interest rejects them, sad when a character dies, and eventually becoming so imbedded in the artificial/virtual world that they will not leave the house and participate in actual reality.
ARE WE THERE NOW??