|Les Levine with Iris. 1968. |
Three TV cameras and six monitors
in an eight-by-five console.
|Les Levine with Contact: A Cybernetic Sculpture. |
1969. Eight cameras and eighteen monitors.
Photo: courtesy of Museum of
Contemporary Art, Chicago, Illinois.
|Frank Gillette and Ira Schneider: Wipe Cycle. 1969. |
TV camera, closed-circuit system,
nine monitors, tapes, broadcasting.
Photo: courtesy of Howard Wise Gallery, New York.
|«The inventions of applied science, such as the almost miraculously sophisticated sensor devices right now travelling back from war use in Vietnam for adaptation to civilian use here these passive infrared scanners, sniperscopes, these chrome boxes with dials and gauges that can penetrate brick and stone, can tell the user what is being said and done a mile away within a thigtly sealed building, be it concrete bunker or apartment building, can, like the weapons before them, fall into what the authorities would call "the wrong hands" that is, into the hands of the very people being monitored.» |
«I now have a passive infrared scanning system in my own home in Santa Venetia, connected with what is called a "digital transmitting box", which, when triggered off by the scanner, transmits a coded signal by direct line to the nearest law-enforcement agency, notifying them that intruders have entered my house. This totally self-operated electronic detection system functions whether I am home or not. (...) And Westinghouse will reinstall it wherever I live: I own the components for life. Eventually, Westinghouse Security hopes, all homes and businesses will be protected this way. (...) Someone suggested, by the way, that perhaps this passive infrared scanner sweeping out the interior of my house constantly "might be watching me and reporting back to the autorities whatever I do right there in my living room." Well, what I am doing is sitting at my desk with pen and paper trying to figure out how to pay Westinghouse the $840 I owe them for the system.»
(Philip K. Dick: The Android and the Human, delivered as a speech by Dick at the SF Convention of Vancouver, in February 1972. Reprinted in The shifting realities of Philip K. Dick, Vintage Books, New York, 1995, p.196-198)