A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of attending Bruce Sterling‘s keynote lecture at the 2008 Austin Game Developers’ Conference. (I was there co-presenting a video game adaptation workshop with Matthew Weise, a comrade-in-arms of mine at the Singapore-MIT GAMBIT Game Lab.) Sterling was, as ever, utterly brilliant; given my previous exposures to Sterling at SXSW conferences in the past, I was expecting to be entertained. What I hadn’t expected was for Sterling to give his entire lecture as a piece of performance art.
Thanks to the inestimable Raph Koster, we have a mostly complete transcript of Sterling’s presentation, which opened thus:
Hello, thanks for having me into your event today, and thanks for that intro. Though there is a problem with that: I am not Bruce Sterling. He couldn’t make it. He sent me instead.
The reason he couldn’t make it is that in 2043, Bruce is 89. Dr. Sterling is too frail to get into a time machine to talk to game devs, so he called on me to do it. I am one of his grad students. I volunteered, sort of, to journey back in time using some of our new technical methods. It wasn’t exactly easy, but I am here and fully briefed.
Priceless. You should definitely swing by Koster’s site and read the whole thing, even though it can’t compete with the sheer ludicrousness of Sterling Dr. Sterling’s unnamed grad student whipping a cheap kitchen towel out of a bag and introducing it as his computer.
“So my PC is like a towel,” not-Sterling said. “Cheap and old and the dullest thing in the world, I have always had one. ‘2008, computer pioneers, they still think computers are exciting! They don’t get that computers in 2043 are like bricks, forks, toothbrushes, towels.’ I researched that subject, and yeah, for an old fashioned audience, a mid-21st century computer is cool. So here it is: General Electric personal mediators, very stable, five years old. No full functionality in 2008 because we don’t have the cloud here yet. It tapped into something called Windows Vista when it got here and gave up, gone all limp, nothing left on here but this frozen screensaver pattern.” Which, of course, was the pattern on the towel. Like I said, priceless.
What really left me howling, however, was when not-Sterling all but name-dropped C3.