What a fantasy! Thrilling. Dark. Space-age. Odd. Detailed. Insilico is a fantastic build. From the sound effects to the lighting to the stores to the buildings themselves – you are elsewhere and elsewhen. It was totally different than anyplace *I* have been so far (and I understand that my experiences have been quite limited). I loved it.
My discovery of Insilico was pure coincidence. I think that maybe way back at some point I’d heard the word. Because when it came up in conversation during the Bubble Chair stake-out and subsequent craziness, it sounded familiar, even though I couldn’t place any information about it. But only a few days after that, I was reading Zoe Connolly’s blog (I love the videos she posts) and she had an entry on Insilico. What is Insilico? It’s a cyberpunk city high up in the sky. But it’s more than that for me. It’s the set of Blade Runner come to life. Minus the incessant rain, fortunately. Minus Rick Deckard, aka Harrison Ford, unfortunately. Yes, I confess – I’m in love with Harrison Ford. So seeing Insilico fills me with all sorts of wonderful anticipatory, amorous, adventurous feelings.
It was a slow day in RL – had time to relax and catch up on blogs. Found Zoe’s blog and thought – now is the time to go to Insilico. Just as I was searching to find where to TP, my friend Chadd logged in. He said he was in the mood for adventure also. So we agreed that I would go first and tp him.
Well. I’ve come a long way from the days when I was afraid to bop all over SL by myself. So I didn’t really think twice about heading out wearing jeans and a tank top, you know, standard Ahuva attire (of COURSE I was wearing boots!). But when I rezzed up there in the city in the sky, in the dark looming metallic city, I felt cold. And when I turned to look to my left – my blood froze. And I felt naked and alone and vulnerable. There was a THING. A big metallic, bug-like, mechanical, creepy THING. I KNOW it was looking at me. I IM’d to Chadd that he needed to get there NOW because Insilico was SCARY!
Chadd rezzed in next to me and took in the situation in a glance. He passed me a box. When I investigated it, I realized I was now a Gal with a Gun. 🙂 That’s right. I was armed. With my own M16. I think that perhaps that THING would have required a bazooka or a tank to stop it, had it been inclined to be hostile, but I certainly felt MUCH better carrying my rifle. Wow. Who AM I anymore??? LOL. No question – I felt a lot more secure with Chadd and his light saber and me with my gun. So we set off exploring.
The lighting was dark. Voices talking via mechanical devices, monitoring the area, could be heard. Steam and hisses and engines and clanging. Metal everywhere. Buildings looming up and up and up. Machines turning and clicking. We flew all the way to the top and we wandered all the way to the bottom. We went window-shopping in all the stores. I can’t even remember most of what we saw because everything was new to me. In each store I would say to Chadd “What’s that???” and he’d have to explain what it was, how it worked, why it existed. 🙂 I felt like I was on a vacation, sight-seeing. I told him that I was feeling a compulsion to buy something, anything, as a souvenir of our adventure. I was looking about for refrigerator magnets. 🙂 Of course, we are in SL. I could MAKE a refrigerator magnet. Wall hanging. Whatever. That observation did stop me from being a glow-in-the-dark skirt for L$150. I was also tempted to buy the Defcon 1 BSG: Colonial raptor space craft (hey – seats four, guest mode, remote control – I bet it gets great gas mileage). But I restrained myself. We wandered into various buildings. I am sooo naive. I had to ask Chadd if we were in a porno place or a gymnasium. He told me we’d wandered into a sex club. I was fairly certain that is what the cage meant, but I figured I’d better check. I was glad that there wasn’t anyone else there, but perhaps that would have made the purpose more clear. We found what seemed to be a nightclub. Under water. Not sure how good the drinks could be under those conditions. Which probably explains why the club was empty.
At some point we fell through the bottom of the city. We fell through the sky down and down to the water and some islands. If I wanted to be judgemental, I would describe the islands and their apparent guardian devices as indications of someone needing intensive intervention. On the other hand, it also struck me as a combination of Yellow Submarine and Monty Python’s Flying Circus. Suffice it to say that the one island looked like someone’s dental palate gone horribly wrong, with bleeding bodies floating in a vat, defended by flying, raining male appendages and flying cooked chicken carcasses. No, I am not posting those pictures here and I am not posting them to my Flickr account either (which is where I put all the other pictures). Chadd and I both had RL distractions which caused us to park ourselves at the lovely Christmas tree for awhile, where we enjoyed the snow before returning to the dark caverns in the city above. Quite a contrast.
We spent over an hour wandering about, going as high up and as far down as we could. We wandered all about, taking pictures and simply enjoying the visit. Insilico is great. Go see for yourself. But bring bug spray. That welcoming committee is a bit much. 🙂