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The Metaverse. Ready Player One. The Apple Vision Pro.
We work on screens. We play on screens. Why not just live in the screen?
The Experiment: Strap a Meta Quest 3 to my face. Do not take it off for 24 hours.
Rules: I can use "Pass-through" mode (cameras) to cook, eat, and use the bathroom.
But the headset stays ON. I must sleep in it.
> HOUR 1: THE HONEYMOON PHASE (9:00 AM)
This is incredible. I have 5 giant monitors floating in my living room.
I am watching a YouTube video on a 100-inch screen while typing an email on a floating keyboard.
My apartment is messy, but I don't see it. I replaced my walls with the surface of Mars. I am
working from the Red Planet.
"Why would I ever live in reality?" I ask. Reality has dust. Mars is pristine.
> HOUR 6: THE HEAT (2:00 PM)
The headset weighs 500 grams. It doesn't sound like much. But strap a brick to your cheekbones for 6
hours.
My face is sweating. The foam interface is damp.
Physical Symptom: "VR Face." Red marks around my eyes.
I tried to eat lunch (a sandwich).
I cannot see my mouth. I keep missing. I shoved the sandwich into my chin.
Chewing in VR is weird. The headset wiggles with every bite. The immersion breaks.
> HOUR 12: THE DISSOCIATION (8:00 PM)
I switched to "Pass-through" mode to talk to my roommate.
The cameras on the Quest are good, but they are grainy.
My roommate looked like a hologram. He looked... fake.
The Horror: I looked at my own hands.
My brain accepted the virtual hands (the white floating controllers) as "My Hands."
When I saw my real hands, my brain rejected them. "Those are low-res textures," it whispered. "Those are glitchy assets."
I panicked. I clapped my hands to feel the physical sensation. The sound was lagged by 20 milliseconds
in the audio passthrough.
I was living with lag. Reality was buffering.
> HOUR 18: THE SLEEP ATTEMPT (2:00 AM)
Sleeping in a VR headset is like sleeping with a scuba mask on.
I lay on my back. The battery pack pressed into my skull.
I loaded a "Starship Sleeping Quarters" environment. The hum of the engines was soothing.
I drifted off...
3:00 AM: I woke up screaming. The headset had gone significantly warmer. I thought
my face was melting.
I didn't take it off. I suffered. For science.
> HOUR 24: THE RETURN (9:00 AM)
The alarm rang. 24 Hours.
I unbuckled the strap. I pulled the headset off.
The light of the real world hit my eyes.
Everything looked flat. The contrast was low. There were no floating menus.
But... the air hit my face. My skin could breathe. The resolution of my cat was infinite.
I touched the wall. It was cold. It was solid. It wasn't a mesh.
> FINAL_VERDICT
VR is a drug. It is a "Better" reality, but it is a "Thinner" reality.
It has infinite visuals, but zero weight.
We are not ready to upload our consciousness. Our biology rejects the simulation. We need the dirt.
We need the weight.
CONCLUSION: Visit the Metaverse. It's a nice vacation spot. But don't buy a house there. The oxygen is fake.