I made it only two steps before I detonated a land mine. The explosion ripped through my ears as my heart pounded. Were this a real land mine, a recording informed me, my hands would be torn apart. Shrapnel would fly at my face, blinding me. Without swift medical attention, I would die.
But none of this actually happened. The minefield I walked through was only virtual. I was on the top floor of New York's New Museum, overlooking a sea of silent Manhattan rooftops, far from the conflict zones where this sort of horror is a reality
Within five minutes of the simulation, I detonated three more land mines. Read more...
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