It’s awesome, except for the Dude, Where’s My Torso? moment.
By Lev Grossman
I’m old enough that I’ve had my heart broken by virtual reality before. In 1992 I waited on line for forty-five minutes for a chance to play Dactyl Nightmare. I’ll never have that time back. And the emotional scars that Nintendo’s Virtual Boy left on my heart have not healed.
But they feel a lot better now that I’ve seen Oculus Rift.
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