- cross-posted to:
- technology@beehaw.org
- cross-posted to:
- technology@beehaw.org
These early adopters found out what happened when a cutting-edge marvel became an obsolete gadget… inside their bodies.
These early adopters found out what happened when a cutting-edge marvel became an obsolete gadget… inside their bodies.
He never asked for this.
Oh god, his obituary at this point.
Addendum:
The last drops of Jensen’s cognac drip down the blown out street facing window of his motel room, glistening as they slide down the broken and jagged remnants of what used to be the neon ‘H’ of the old Hilton hotel…
… falling to the snow covered sidewalk…
… like tear drops, in the rain.
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An unknown distance away, Bob Page notices on his main holoscreen that a green blip in New York has flashed brightly three times, turned red, and then extinguished itself.
Page taps the right side of his forehead twice rapidly, for more information. An ancillary screen with simple integer indicators decreases by one, for two categories.
Visible as something like hyperchromatic QR codes, the column headers are instantly captioned within the brain of the determined corporate mogul by a Versalife prototype, low-impact, extra cranial wired overlay/projector, which Page volunteered to have installed on himself.
A subtle smile creeps across Page’s face as he observes the translated column headers reading out to … ‘Known Sarif Associates’, as well as ‘Individuals w/ Compromising Knowledge’.
Now with a full smile on his face, he is somewhat surprised by what he sees when he jubilantly pivots and spins a half rotation to face toward his personal bar.
Megan Reed is weeping bitterly in the background.
Her face is as illuminated by the lights of the antechamber as Page’s cruel and mocking visage is obscured by the darkness encompassing the main hologram display station.
Page’s expression turns to a frown as he /formally/ notices her.
“Was there something I should be aware of?”
Reed bites her lip to stymy her tears.
“… No.”
Page does not notice Reed’s Versalife ID Badge on the floor of his own private communications bunker until he is forced to retreat to it for safety 9 hours later…
…Two hours after his system alerts him that Reed has not logged in as scheduled on her personal work station, and one hour after some kind of presumed system malfunction has erroneously opened the cages of every single creature in the Versalife BioGenetic Research Laboratory on SubLevel 8.
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