Been reading Philip K. Dick's Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep and the following s passage made me think of this thread:
"My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression," Iran said.
"What? Why did you schedule that?" It defeated the whole purpose of the mood organ. "I didn't know you could set it for that," he said gloomily.
"I was sitting here one afternoon," I ran said, "and naturally I had turned on 'Buster Friendly and His Friendly Friends' and he was talking about a big news item he's about to break and then that awful commercial came on, the one I hate;. . .And so for a minute I shut off the sound. And I heard the building, this building; I heard the __" she gestured.
"Empty apartments," Rick said. Sometimes he heard them at night when he was supposed to be asleep. And yet, for this day and age a one-half occupied conapt building rated high in the scheme of population density; out in what had been before the war suburbs, one could find buildings entirely empty. . .or so he had heard. He had let the information remain secondhand; like most people he did not care to experience it directly.
"At that moment," I ran said, "when I had the TV sound off, I was in a 382 mood. I had just dialed t. So although I heard the emptiness intellectually, I didn't feel it. My first reaction consisted of being grateful that we could afford a Penfield mood organ. But then I realized how unhealthy it was, sensing the absence of life, not just in this building but everywhere, and not reacting---do you see? I guess you don't. But that used to be considered a sign of mental illness; they called it 'absence of appropriate affect.' So I left the TV sound off and I sat down at my mood organ and I experimented. And I finally found a setting for despair."
PKD is wickedly funny, but think about all that is implied in this one passage. Anybody in here a PKD fan? Apparently, he fit in well with the other authors listed at the beginning of this thread.
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