I'm waiting to be cursed by the public.

Let's be simplistic and annoy the fool with the religion called science, someone (I don't say who, important person, big shot) wrote some laws, in a let's say... computer, or brain, something there.

When the laws are loaded from the hard drive into the processor, they run in the background as a potential, when you play Vice City, the cars, the landscape, that senseless walking thugs appear to fill the sidewalk, and they die like flies without protesting.

Everything is instant, so fluent and error-free, and you play happily.

But if you have a slower processor, the priorities begin to speak visually, the last priority is the distant landscape, blocks, forests, mountains, which you see concretely as it materializes with a delay.

So that landscape and all the characters are in a state of potential stored somewhere by memories according to the script on the hard disk and appear on the screen as the game unfolds, collapsing on the screen into "reality".

My theory is that the collapse does not appear because you are looking at the screen, but because the logic of the game calls it from the superposition "Vice Cityca" at the exact moment to correspond to your need to play that moment, and it can appear at any point and from any logical perspective determined by your observation point of the played space, and a slow computer really does you this favor, it puts you in the position of God who observes how the landscape is born to fulfill his needs.

Ending the analogy.

I'm awaiting to be cursed.