Saturday, July 05, 2014
Implant
-What do the American Indians say? To get to know a man,
walk a mile in his moccasins.
-I've got loafers, will they do?
-At...any rate, we want to keep the experiment in the office.
You're to choose one person, and we'll implant a tiny chip
representing their inner self. So, you think his or her thoughts
for twenty four hours. Then, come back for a few questions.
-Can't wait! Actually can. To spend the thousand dollar Sears
card for my participation.
-Even in the present inflation, should buy a few shirts.
-Just about.
-Well, be all that where it may, have you chosen?
-I wanted to avoid the drama queens of both sexes, too many
portfolios of pretended hurt.
-No objection.
-So, I pick Reppy. Benign and balanced.
-He's our acknowledged sweetheart!
-Could make me a better person! Nah! No need.
...
-Enough is enough! Reppy has a vast interior life. In a sort
of tangled, horrible jungle! Ugh!
-You never know.
-Get the chip out! I'm still shaking!
-Already done.
-The Twenty Second Century: Slick and fast.
-You got it! And you should get out more. Then the Reppys
of the world wouldn't shock you so.
-This experience makes me even more of an isolator.
-England expects every man and women to do his or her duty!
-First, to the language.
Labels: chip implant, future, interior life, psychology
