The reason so many people are starving is because we’ve wrecked the planet. The Earth is dying, you know? It’s time to leave.
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Ernest Cline
Ernest Christy Cline (born March 29, 1972) is an American novelist, spoken-word artist, and screenwriter. He is mostly famous for his novels Ready Player One and Armada; he also co-wrote the screenplay of Ready Player One's upcoming film adaptation by Steven Spielberg. 2Personal lifeEdit Cline was born in Ashland, Ohio, the son of Faye Imogene (Williams) and Ernest Christy Cline. His younger brother, Eric, is a Major in United States Marine Corps, specializing as an EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) Technician. In 2016, he married poet/nonfiction writer Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, whom he met at the 1998 National Poetry Slam. Cline’s all-time favorite video game is Black Tiger, which figures prominently into the plot of Cline's novel Ready Player One. 2Spoken workEdit From 1997 to 2001, Cline performed his original work at the Austin Poetry Slam venues. He was the Austin Poetry Slam Champ in 1998 and 2001 and competed on the Austin Poetry Slam Teams at the 1998 Austin National Poetry Slam and the 2001 Seattle National Poetry Slam. His most popular spoken-word pieces include "Dance, Monkeys, Dance," "Nerd Porn Auteur," and "When I Was a Kid." Cline subsequently reworked "Dance Monkeys Dance" into a faux educational filmstrip, which became a popular viral video that has now been translated into 29 different languages. In 2001, Cline self-published a chapbook collection of his spoken-word writing, The Importance of Being Ernest, and released an album, The Geek Wants Out, both sold through his websit
For me, growing up as a human being on the planet Earth in the twenty-first century was a real kick in the teeth. Existentially speaking.
Virtual sex, no matter how realistic, was really nothing but glorified, computer-assisted masturbation.
For a bunch of hairless apes, we've actually managed to invent some pretty incredible things.
Being human totally sucks most of the time. Video games are the only thing that make life bearable.
People who live in glass houses should shut the fuck up.
You were born at a pretty crappy time in history. And it looks like things are only gonna get worse from here on out.
'Cause, like Halliday said, 'reality is the only thing that's real.'
I'm taking the leap.
The only legitimate use of a computer is to play games.
If there was a bright center to the universe, I was on the planet it was farthest from.
Humans were still just a bunch of bipedal apes, divided into arbitrary tribes that were constantly at war over their ruined planet’s dwindling natural resources.
It’s not useless, and neither am I.
You cannot escape your destiny.
I tried to remain skeptical. I reminded myself that I was a man of science, even if I did usually get a C in it.
We were all probably stuck here for the duration, on the third rock from our sun. Boldly going extinct.
If there were other civilizations out there, why would they ever want to make contact with humanity? If this was how we treated each other, how much kindness could we possibly show to some race of bug-eyed beings from beyond?
I know that the future is scary at times. But there's just no escaping it.
I’d spent my entire life overdosing on uncut escapism, willingly allowing fantasy to become my reality.