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Roaming Novel + Breathing Book

Or how hypermedia discovered body language

Stefan Schemat, Michael Joyce, Dominica Freier, Oliver Lehmann, Gösta Röver, Arvid Dahlke Kim Poerksen

 

Special Acknowledgements to: John Doe, Arvid Dahlke, Christian Denker, Darrel Knutson, Derrek Richards, Colin Hough Trapp, Til Steinmetz, Martin Heinzelmann, Hiroki Maekawa, Stefan Ebinger, Torsten Stegmann, Jens Paulsen, Peter Spiegel

... and others who have been ripped of in the name of a Good Thing.

Infection: A Roaming Novel and a Breathing Book

Augmented Reality Fiction: The city as roaming hyper media Preliminary stage to the roaming novel

What’s new

  1. Infection: Further development of ARF and the first roaming novel and the first breathing book Thirty years in one night.
  2. Between heaven and hell. Mind reading Hypermedia:
  3. Development of Breathing Book hypermedia
  4. Hyper Skin: narrative interweaving of psychophysiology and movement: Hypermedia discovered body language
  5. An attempt to solve the hyperlink problem

 

 

I would also like to hank Bill Clinton for removing the limitations from GPS for public use. Now GPS devices costing only $150 provide average positioning accuracy of 2.5 meters are available.

 

 

Propaganda

Two problems have accompanied us since the very beginning at the end of the 80s:

  1. The feeling that typical narrative formats such as films and novels do not take full advantage of the technical possibilities.
  2. The link problem in Hyperfiction

 

It might be true that since James Joyces’ Ulysses everything has already been said, but only assuming that the medium is a book. Hypermedia, which understands body language, is just now being born and its limitations are not yet discernable.

 

And all attempts to break free from the structure of a novel using hypertext has resulted in loosing contact with the reader. It seems that one is only left with the culture of short story narrative.

 

Examples of this can be easily found. Techno culture has shown how music and movement can be melded together at a special location. We need a renewal of narrative technique from club culture and its DJs, MCs and locations and not from the culture of archivists.

The Hyperfiction of archivists is hermetically sealed to emotion, because the library metaphor of archivists and relational databases is not foresworn.

 

We have chosen to take a non-presumptive approach to states of mind using body language recognition as the foundation.

Transitions between the paradise of an osmotic penetration of reality using fiction, a spatial story and the hellish over-commercialization of omnipresent mobile services gives us a special kick.

Sure, we are excited about T-Motions upcoming LocationBasedEmotionalServices, but before this we would like to seize the moment, this little advantage we have, to inhale a bit of homebrewed digital soma, undisturbed by their Diktat.

 

 

The Breathing Book

Using a headset with a mike connected to the soundcard of a PC we tell a story, the outcome of which is dependent on the breathing rhythm of the participant. We use 4 audio channels to implement the phase shift techniques from minimal music. There are 2 additional channels, one used for text and ambient sounds and another for video loops.

 

The software provides 3 types of Hyperlinks.

  1. Changes in breathing volume (impulsive link)
  2. Changes in breathing rhythm (impulsive link)
  3. Regularity of breathing (flow link)

 

 

[Instruction: Read the text sample synchronous to the breathing rhythm of a friend or go to the download section]
30 Years in One Night: A Hyper Trance Fiction (Translation by Derek Richards)
The sun had gone down
a while ago
and it hadn't cooled down yet.
Thick clouds
covered the earth
like a blanket,
occasionally the odd tiny raindrop
would fall
and there was a distinctive scent
of lilac
in the air.
Something had changed.
I didn't know
when it had started.
I must have fallen asleep.
I was sweating
and it was warm.
My hair stuck to my head
like it does on a newly born child.
I could feel metabolism
in every single cell.
Everything was driven
by a terrific force
or was it just an attack of fever?
I was dreaming.
In my dream it was dark
as if I was blind.
There was just a voice.
It was speaking to me
in an alien language.
This language had no name.
But I could understand it.
It won't be easy to translate.
The sound of the voice
made my body tremble.
Like a tightly wound string
it ran through my flesh.
It was so penetrating
every organ in my body
joined in the vibration
as it was struck.
An increasing tremor,
a drone from deep down inside.
I can't say who
was playing the string.
I could not decide.
Should I release
the suspense in my muscles?
Then the voice
would fill in everything.
Or should I maintain the tension,
no matter at what price -
until I awake from my dream.
I'm standing in the dark.
With every breath
I want to restrain the string with my flesh.
Exhaling
I want it to swing freely
because then I'll be able to see
in the dark.
,,,,

KEYWORDS: Hyper Trance Fiction * Rinteln * Dream * Reality
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