100 Word Stories: Volume 8, Issue 2

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November 2, 2005

Volume 8, Issue 2

Your computer is now integrated directly into your body. How does this change your daily routine?

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"So what are his symptoms?"

"Just what you're looking at. He sits there staring off into space, completely unresponsive. Every once in a while I think I'm getting through, but then he's gone again."

"Have you tried rebooting?"

"Yes. Several times. Seems like that's always the first thing you people ask!"

"Well, there's no easy way to say this, but it's probably time. He's really outdated and I wouldn't put any more money into repairs. I'll salvage as many files as I can for the family, but the most compassionate thing I can do is to just shut him down."

Posted by: Don Wiggins at November 2, 2005 9:24 AM · Permalink

oooooo, chilling! Nice one.

Posted by: D at November 2, 2005 9:42 AM · Permalink

Well, I upgraded my PSY-RAM with "Caring Mom 3.4" and donated 40 bucks to the open-source project "Superhero-Dad" and even regulated the concentration span of my kids to 15 minutes, like their teachers demanded (and which needed new cooling systems for both sound and graphic chips!), but I still feel like I should be happier.

My wife doesn't allow me to present her a "Kamasutra XT" and my boss thinks I need to reset my priority-bookmarks, but without my daily input of 3D-memories from Technorati 3D's adventure-blogs I am sure I would even feel less touched by being alive.

Sometimes, when my batteries need charging, I feel I should reboot totally.
Start again as a paint-program or a sound sampler for example. Something entertaining.
Instead I forward comments day and night.
This can be so boring!

Posted by: Zep at November 2, 2005 11:51 AM · Permalink

Become a cyborg, I thought. Great frelling idea. Lop off those flabby stumps of flesh and strap on mighty metal arms and legs. Super strength, speed, and precision of motion unparalleled by anything made of meat.

Onboard computers interfaced directly to my brain, along with a wireless broadband internet connection, give me effortless, nearly instantaneous access to the entire library of human knowledge. At first glance, I am like unto a god among men.

But I can’t take a shower without shorting out. And I need special attachments to go to the can. Trust me; splurge and get the waterproofing.

Posted by: David at November 2, 2005 1:49 PM · Permalink

My bank and my credit card company now have their websites wired to my brain.

What a wonderful convenience.

If I’m overdrawn in my account, I can’t remove my wallet from my purse. No more bad check charges.

The one rather annoying thing is that big voice I hear. If I see a new pair of shoes I’d really like to have, but my credit card if maxed, I hear, almost feel this thundering voice. It makes me cower and instinctively I feel mortified, when it booms - “DECLINED!!”.

It’s better than the snooty bitch at the register telling me.

Posted by: kasac at November 2, 2005 4:19 PM · Permalink

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Ever since my client was a little boy, he was fascinated with video games. He even mowed lawns for a whole summer just to purchase a Pong video game.

“Over the years, his addiction grew. His burning need for gaming prevented him from developing healthy relationships or even holding down a regular job.

“He eventually underwent the wetware procedure so that he could play games all the time. Corneal monitor implants, cerebral processor, forearm keyboard… The works.

“So my client was not, in fact, guilty of indecent exposure. He was only manipulating his joystick.”

November 2, 2005

Volume 8, Issue 2

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