Every civilization that grows at the speed of reason must at some point face hyperobjects.

Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?

No. 320 finally drew into Paris one minute early, having run the 78.3 miles from Longueau in 65½min, inclusive of a permanent way slack and the usual tortoise-like progress from St. Denis.

When we see someone eat a hamburger in a commercial, we store that experience as having happened in reality when, in reality, it was a case of virtual consumption.