And here it is at some kind of convention. (A cape and bad hair and Asus convention?)
Here's some guy who didn't even have time to put on pants before the urge to ride an imaginary horse overtook him:
Now I know what you're thinking. This is just people dancing to a silly song. It's a fad, like the Macarena, or bicycling. There's no reason to think that we're doomed to a dystopic, imaginary-horsey future.
Which is what brings me to Snow Crash. For those of you unfamiliar with incredible books, Snow Crash is a novel by Neal Stephenson about sword fighting and hacking and pizza delivery. It refined the concept of cyberspace and massively multiplayer worlds, helped popularize the term "avatar" and, I may as well mention again, had just a ton of sword fighting in it. It's about the most fun you can have with a book that doesn't have a carved out space for a dildo, and if you haven't read it yet, you should go do that now. I'll wait.
Wow, you're a quick reader. Man, I hope you didn't just skip ahead to this sentence. I'd hate to think that Cracked readers were that full of deception.
I'll explain then, knowing exactly how full of deception you monsters are, a specific plot point within Snow Crash; namely, its discussion of Sumerian history and the Sumerian language. As the novel explains it, the Sumerian language worked much differently from languages now. Composed of short, simple syllables, which modern listeners would find primitive and completely unintelligible, it also interacted with the human brain in an almost programmatic fashion, allowing for speakers to instruct their listeners to follow specific orders. Sumerian priests would use special chants to instruct the populace to bring in the harvest, or make leather goods, or whatever it was Sumerians did.