only short time away or so predicts some clever professor in today's Observer.
A simple wafer, swallowed as if at communion will open our innards to scrutiny. Innard data will pour forth with such uncontained force as to place passing children at risk of being bowled over. It will become impossible to stand in proximity to a radio or speakers or someone wearing an ear piece for fear that vital information from our vitals leak across. And who among us would want that?
Awash with tiny devices, up our nose, down our throat, in those hard to reach crevices we'll broadcast like a fucking beacon. What we eat, drink, excrete. Who we slept with, if it was good, if we were good, if we were shite. The particularly sensitive will no longer have to contend only with the chip on their shoulder.
Every morning a dilemma over what to take, every evening a crisis about what we gave. I'm bloody exhausted just thinking about the whole process. Finally though, and happily, these silicone slivers have limited life and dissolve inside of us to be then pissed away. Pissing away ones troubles, ah, if only.
And the madelaines? Apparently next month is the 100th anniversery of something Proust did.
2 comments:
The next thing you know, it will be piped into our shower and :-o
Hi G,
I like technology but not sure about becoming filled with the stuff. Tesco in the UK who own huge supermarkets are planning to use facial recognition technology in their stores to scan customers for their age and gender to better target advertising at them. Whatever next!
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