On trivial levels that's certainly true, but no matter how fast the computers get, how synthetic the drugs, or how inside the info is, they, we, will never know. While this is to some extent typical Learian hyperbole, there is a kernel of truth to it. The Department of Defense. LSD and many other drugs were brought to us by the Pentagon, in its obsessive search for Truth serums and mind-fuck agents. VR is even more of a child of the military, being the civilian and so far considerably less-capable spinoff of technology designed to simulate the operation of planes, tanks, and humvees for raw recruits not to be trusted with the real thing.
Technology is as American as a surgical strike.
Gibson's Neuromancer has a mysterious artificial intelligence taking control of the world's computers. His Count Zero shows the net as a playground for the Loas of Voudon. All existing primitive VR technologies, that is, radio, TV, movies - were touted by their inventors and financial boosters as harbingers of the great world of the future. Soon enough, of course, they largely became selling tools, selling either products or a world view. You're with the actor-actress of Your Choice in the romantic setting of Your Choice, endlessly indulging in Your Choice.