"Ready Player One"

[fiefoe]

I'm not quite Ernest Cline's target audience, but I still find it an easy read that builds to a satisfying ending. This is the first ebook that I checked out from the library and it went very smoothly. Tags: 网游，yy.

• We lived in the Portland Avenue Stacks, a sprawling hive of discolored tin shoeboxes rusting on the shores of I-40, just west of Oklahoma City’s decaying skyscraper core. It was a collection of over five hundred individual stacks, all connected to each other by a makeshift network of recycled pipes, girders, support beams, and footbridges.
• It was a Pitfall rip-off called The Stacks where you had to navigate through a vertical maze of trailers, collecting junk computers, snagging food-voucher power-ups, and avoiding meth addicts and pedophiles on your way to school. My game was a lot more fun than the real thing.
• The moment IOI took it over, the OASIS would cease to be the open-source virtual utopia I’d grown up in. It would become a corporate-run dystopia, an overpriced theme park for wealthy elitists. /   charge a fee to look up at the sky
• In my next class, Biology, we traveled through a human heart and watched it pumping from the inside, just like in that old movie Fantastic Voyage.
• The Ontologically Anthropocentric Sensory Immersive Simulation
• Users could now teleport back and forth between their favorite fictional worlds. Middle Earth. Vulcan. Pern. Arrakis. Magrathea. Discworld, Mid-World, Riverworld, Ringworld. Worlds upon worlds.
• Magic would function in some zones and not in others. The same was true of technology. If you flew your technology-based starship into a zone where technology didn’t function, your engines would fail the moment you crossed the zone border.
• the entire recommended gunter reading list. Douglas Adams. Kurt Vonnegut. Neal Stephenson. Richard K. Morgan. Stephen King. Orson Scott Card. Terry Pratchett. Terry Brooks. Bester, Bradbury, Haldeman, Heinlein, Tolkien, Vance, Gibson, Gaiman, Sterling, Moorcock, Scalzi, Zelazny.
• but the classroom conduct software prevented it from moving and a warning flashed on my display: PLEASE REMAIN SEATED DURING CLASS!
• I frantically searched my favorite warez sites until I found a high-end image-recognition plug-in for the OASIS atlas. Once I downloaded the software via Guntorrent, it took me a few more minutes to figure out how to make it scan the entire surface of Ludus for a hill with large black stones arranged in a skull-like pattern.
• I knew from my research that the cassette recorder functioned as the TRS-80’s “tape drive.” It stored data as analog sound on magnetic audiotapes. When Halliday had first started programming... He’d had to store his code on cassette tapes.
• I loaded up a piece of high-end avatar dance software called Travoltra... The program took control of Parzival’s movements, synching them up with the music, and all four of my limbs were transformed into undulating cosine waves.
• If I wanted to log in, I had no choice but to exercise first. This proved to be the only motivation I needed.
• Having smooth skin also helped make sure my haptic suit fit snugly. I looked a little freaky without any eyebrows.
• Each component of my rig was a bar in the cell where I had willingly imprisoned myself.
• My avatar was still one of the High Five, so my vidfeed drew millions of viewers every day, regardless of what I aired, and this allowed me to sell commercial time to my various sponsors.
• guiding Pac-Man through the pixelated on-screen refuse of the game’s depleted memory. Hidden underneath all of those junk sprites and garbled graphics were nine more dots, worth ten points each.
• They put a hooded winter coat on me in the lobby. They didn’t want me catching pneumonia now that I was company property. A human resource.
• I’d spent the past six nights laying siege to the IOI intranet, digging deeper and deeper into the network. I felt like a convict in an old prison movie, returning to my cell each night to tunnel through the wall with a teaspoon.
• A concentrated, pulsing mass of ships and avatars covered the ground and filled the air. It was like some otherworldly Woodstock.
• But now I knew what the quarter was—a single-use artifact that gave my avatar an extra life.