I'm sure the software isn't a SERIOUS problem; it hardly ever is. Just hire a couple more geeks from the nearest games company, make the coffee a little stronger, and grind out the code. That was my experience over the 40 years working at SofTech, MITRE, and Unisys, anyway.

Woz and I did "similar" 8th-grade science faire projects at about the same age (I'm a few years older than he). Mine was a "computer" consisting of four flip-flops (two transistors and a few other components each) and a rotary telephone dial. You could dial two numbers and the flip-flops would add them (actually just…

Neither is music, except for Disco.

Souls can't be transferred.

If your sensory information is being fed to you through wires, why bother to have them report on the real world? You're free to construct whatever worlds you want and experience them through those senses. Also to interact with other uploaded consciousnesses or construct your own versions of them. Create and populate…

There is nothing in space to make your cape ripple either, duh.

Aren't these the same as the underwater generators designed at Brown University?

Puts me in mind of an old Poul Anderson book, Tau Zero. Also this:

My ashes are to be taken up the first operational Space Elevator, all the way to the outer end, and released over a 24-hour period on the day of the Equinox. That will distribute me over the entire Solar System.

The first display I used, the IBM 2250, was a vector display with 1024x1024 resolution. It cost about a quarter million dollars in 1968, $1.5 million in today's dollars. The second, the Xerox Alto in 1976, was 808x606, a bit-mapped raster display. Both were pure monochrome, black and white, no shades of gray.

Years ago xkcd suggested the name

Me, too, though I was 31 at the time. I'm just to the right, out of frame. Earlier I was standing behind Uhura and Sulu as the Shuttle rolled out. There was a picture in LIFE Magazine showing ... the top of my head.