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We got married! What a cliché, what a marvelous cliché! My parents will be mad, I'd better take her to meet them.
I marvel at their culture. Everything is recycled, everything has a use, there is no redundancy! I think this idea actually could be the future. Here there is no need of spimes to create the internet of things, life itself is connected, people are co-dependant and happy.
Simple first test is to see if the device can tell which team each of the kids supports.
As sophisticated and varied as my own or Molly’s but worth so much less to the corporate money spinners in that they can't sell them as much. Well not yet.
I click the stats to the lab. Wow, this is what an African orphanage looks like from the inside of the mind! An interior landscape portrait…
Hey baby, good news. Just been approached by gaming company to develop interactivity headsets for world cup football franchise. I show them the results we had with kids in Africa and team recognition. There's an offer of big money!13m ago
How shall we respond? How shall we fund what we have to do next? How to keep pure, how to balance the needs of disease and that of the cure? Impossible.
Data collection from the favelas! My god, helping them to mine the poor of their details, of their poverty maps! Money too good to refuse, it buys us freedom. Well, apart from Molly being away for a month. Freedom always at a price...
Hackers tracking peaks of communication, surges of data transfer in and around Rio, understandable because of the Olympics, but also away from the city in the jungle. Probably nothing, I'm being paranoid.
Watching TV and a huge explosion rocks centre of Rio…
Molly in hospital, no idea of her condition.
Pen scraping on paper seems oddly out of place in this palace of machines. Coma, deep sleep, the brain protecting itself and her from damage, in order to heal itself.
I hook Molly up and nothing, nothing comes through, may as well be a seance! Her hand is warm to the touch, but nothing comes through, nothing.
This is the mother lode for both neuroscience and marketers! It’s where all that information is processed as social information. How we act and respond to data in the physical world, how our emotions and behaviour interact with that of others. Reading the MPC is to read the human soul.
I respond, and we play throughout the day, wordlessly together every minute, an invisible web of thought and attention, just between us. Somehow this allows me to work, and in the evenings we are together.
Now I have added a high frequency oscillator to pick up electromagnetic wave impulses, on top of the heat & skin moisture readings of the original app. Basically a fine tune - I have high hopes, but that's all I have.
Molly can at last hear me and communicate.
Now I want to die or get out of this fucking bed!’ bleeds across my screen; what can I do to help her? All I will be left with are memories that will haunt me forever.
I think we have staff now who don’t even know who Molly is. I stay for an hour, leave for the hospital.
I drink mine and then hers, and refill us both. Molly is restless, has something on her mind.
She asked me. Her eyes asked me, no need for sensen. It was her way out of the stale mate. Typical of her to have one last move. Her last words flickered across my iPad; ‘Remember me.’ How could I ever not…
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