“Rrrrr”
The tingling in my forearm woke me up. 6:30 a.m., the time I had set the alarm. Nice, woke me up in time for the day. I need to test the other features of this new implant.
Fifteen years ago, I had one of the very first ABC devices inserted into my forearm. An ABC device is an Anatomy Body Center manufactured device called a BID that is implanted in the body and interacts with the recipient. BID’S, Body Implant Devices were developed years ago at the Anatomy Body Center. Today there are very sophisticated connectivity between human and an ABC computer. I got my BID updated a few days ago and I’m eager to try out its new features. Like the Alex-Siri devices of long ago, my BID needs an identifier when dealing with it and I use “SZP321” for mine. The most touted one is the BID integration with the recipient’s brain waves. The BID is supposed to act on what a person thinks. Amazing and very exciting.
So as I understand it, my BID is supposed to connect with the brain, responding to brain wave activity. I think and the ABC system acts on the thought. One new feature I have to test is the engage/disengage switch. ‘On’ and your thought waves are connected to the ABC for activation; ‘OFF’ and your thought was are disengaged and remain private only in your head. This BID device is like having a live assistant constantly at hand responding to your every whim.
“SZP321, engage,” I say out loud to engage and activate my BID.
“Call the office and tell Linda I’ll pick up the Mcdonald’s brekkies for us,” I think.
The ABsys makes out the phone call.
This new BID makes the Alexa-Siri systems outdated. They worked well when they were launched in 2020. They were voice-activated systems but primitive in what they could do. BIDs have been continually developed every few years right up to today, 2075.
“Bzzz, ” a mental image pops up in my head reminding me my cancer meds need updating again. Very convenient. Cancer was eliminated about 20 years ago but to keep it that way, those who have had an incidence of it must have their prescription protocols periodically updated. The reminder shows my appointment is at 2 p.m. at the PBC, Phys Bod Centre.
Showering and shaving quickly, I head to the kitchen where “kichrob” has prepared my coffee. I could have taken the coffee pill but I still like drinking my coffee and the kichrob readies my favourite blend, served just right, piping hot and black.
Coffee finished, I stand in front of the synthetic garb jet saying, “Office,” to which the jet response by spraying the latex-like garment on to my naked body. I exit my pod. My clear domed bubble sits at the curb, a transportation device that works on some sort of magnetic levitation system, much smoother than Tesla’s earlier models that served us so well for so many years. The autopod is a bump-free ride, super fast, silent and sleak, letting me look all around at the scenery and other bubbles zipping to their destinations.
The CCC, City Central Control Office, eliminated all air traffic above the city, five years ago to reduce eye pollution above the city. Now the autopods travel higher up and at speeds adjusted for efficiency and optimal traffic flow. But passengers just enjoy the ride.
Mentally, I imagine the Sausage McMuffin and the order of pancakes knowing they will be on the pickup pedestal when I arrive at the McDonald’s. Linda and I prefer eating our food rather than ingesting the nutripills the CCC offers. The pills may be better nutritionally as they are custom calibrated with the right amount of proteins and fat level for each individual. Linda and I still prefer the old-fashioned mouth feel of eating our food.
“Good morning Linda. Where are we at?” I greet Linda.
I work in the office for interplanetary construction supplies. Currently, we have a huge order of building materials scheduled for Monday lift-off to ‘Mars 17,’ the outpost set up for Mar’s study years ago. The material we’re launching to the outpost will double its size in short order.
“You’re scheduled to talk to Matt, Mars 17 OPD at 10, Richard,” appears in my mind’s eye.
“Got it. Got a couple of minutes yet”
I sit down at my workstation, a modern model of virtual reality devices we have been using for years but “Connectivity” today has been modernized replacing the veritable office devices with blue outline images rather than real substance. It was found that people were more comfortable working with a vestige of a real device rather than nothing at all. Works the same. I think, computers carry out the functions, and activity bots do the necessary physical work in the plant.
We live in a world of bots. For many people, all the physical work is done by bots responding to brain activity, our thoughts. I say many people because updating BIDs can be costly, the fee for doing so deducted from one’s salary account automatically provided you have the balance in the account and you choose to do the updating.
Physical buttons connected to machinery are a thing of the past. Now the latest BIDs allow thinking to activate the necessary physical machinery to carry out the activity. Very convenient, very efficient.
“Ok Magma, bundle the order for Mars 17 and connect me to OPD Matt,” I think.
“Hi Richard. How goes the battle?”
“Like always Matt, blue skies and Aussie breezes,” I think. As always, the CD’s (City Dome) does its job nicely providing the city inhabitants refreshed air, consistent sunshine and blue skies every day, everywhere with no harmful radition.
“You’re supplies are bundled and scheduled for lift off Monday. I think you’re good to go for a while now,” I continue thinking.
“Thanks, Richard. Appreciate it. You guys are golden. Talk to you in a few weeks,” comes the auto audio response.
The whole conversation is done by thinking, a process that felt strange when it was first created years ago but today runs as smooth as a knife cutting into softened butter. I still love those old sayings even though the foods no longer exist.
“You autopod will be here momentarily, Richard,” says Linda.
“Thanks Linda. I’ll be back after my PBC appt,” I think but Linda hears me as if I am speaking because she has not updated her BID to the thinkers yet. She claims it’s just too much of a change, too much too soon.
“You autopod will be here momentarily, Richard,” Linda says.
“Thanks Linda. I’ll be back after my PBC appt,” I think.
