Looking like a cross between a T'ai Chi master, a navy frogman, and the terminator, [you are] harnessed to electronic leads fitted with a strange piece of headgear, dice everything is in place you can see the fuzzy, cut, coloured and recognizable, outlines of a cartoon version of an office. Hovering in space in front of you is what appears to be a spaghetti fork (the virtual image of the glove you are wearing). Wiggle your thumb and, sure enough, the fork wiggles. As you ponder the mechanics of the glove you burst noiselessly and effortlessly through a wall and into a burnt-sienna space that seems to, and probably does, extend into infinity. Without a registered thought, you find yourself pointing.
Matt Wielispach, of Cedar Rapids, IA, provides for us a concrete example of virtual reality furthering perceptions and reconstructing the reality of real life. He has been building airplane
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