and the reality. My vision, at that time, identified more with the "brown-stone" buildings of New York and the digital television watch of Dick Tracey than the "1984" scenario painted by George Orwell.
Later in life when questioned as to my thoughts on
"the simulation of the reality " and of a possible definition thereof - I often retorted that, by use of the ‘ideal system', "one would be able to jump off the white cliffs of Dover and walk away after the experience, without a scratch, but being a completely different person as a result of the experience."
They all replied, as do some today, that I was in need of a sense illusion frontal lobotomy.