When I get out, its creator apologizes for springing an orgy on me without warning, and we laugh about how this will never, ever make it onto a Sundance Google Cardboard app. Weird, blissful VR isn't the kind of VR I usually look for — my-favorite Oculus Rift demo is the closest thing you can find to that elevator shootout scene in-The Matrix. When I say this, I'm not just talking about any VR experience that could vaguely be described as "trippy." I'm talking about projects that feel like they belong in the idealistic '90s-Deadhead period of virtual reality, when The Wall Street Journal and Mondo 2000 alike-would interview-Jaron Lanier about being a psychedelic lobster and creating an "oriental carpet" that reoriented itself in physically impossible ways.



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