"rather than individual little Simmy lives, they instead operate as an homogeneous mass, distributing themselves like a collection of marbles rolling down a board covered in holes. As they reach a job, whichever job, ignoring their previous day’s job, they take it, until all the jobs are taken. It doesn’t matter if it’s a commercial or industrial job – they just roll until they fall into the next available slot. ... They don’t trundle off back to their well-loved home, as you might imagine a Sim would do. They, just as with work, move into the nearest available house. There’s no consistency to their lives, no permanence."
This reads like a terrifying vision of a perfectly optimized post-fordist near-future dystopia.
Maybe the Maxis gang have deeper ideas in mind than we realised...
This reads like a terrifying vision of a perfectly optimized post-fordist near-future dystopia.
Maybe the Maxis gang have deeper ideas in mind than we realised...