Has there been no pulpy scifi/detective/romance/softcore porn novel, story, or other such piece of written or performed literature yet published which takes place in the not-too-distant future—in a society not unlike our own—concerning people not dissimilar from those you or I encounter every day on the street, at work, or in the coffee shop—a world in which cellular, bluetooth, etc technology has been carried forward to such an extent that rather than wearing headsets or toting around devices chips and whatnot are implanted in the very flesh—and rather than resorting to speech or even subvocalization, communication is carried through by the monitoring of certain areas of the brain—a world in which the sounds that you appear to be hearing as you walk down the boulevard conversing with your distant interlocutor is actually generated inside your own head, and, more sinister, the touch you seem to feel as you sit down to breakfast with your estranged spouse is similarly phantasmal, but generated now not by an innocent business associate or neighbor but rather the person with whom you have now for some years been carrying out an affair, all without ever having met? It could be called Wireless Infidelity.
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July 31, 2005
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Why would anyone do that, even in that hypothetical context?
Posted by: dave zacuto | July 31, 2005 at 09:02 PM
Depravity?
Posted by: ben wolfson | July 31, 2005 at 09:20 PM
Depending on available bandwidth, you could have sex with many people at once. Or someone could hack your network and rape you. It could be called No Horse, Buggy.
Posted by: ogged | July 31, 2005 at 10:05 PM
You sound like a cop show, ben.
Posted by: dave zacuto | July 31, 2005 at 11:47 PM
Don't ignore me, Dave.
Posted by: ogged | August 01, 2005 at 08:48 AM
Then I have succeeded.
Posted by: ben wolfson | August 01, 2005 at 08:49 AM
Frankly, ogged, I didn't get yours.
Posted by: ben wolfson | August 01, 2005 at 08:58 AM
Feigner.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | August 01, 2005 at 09:54 AM
Bridgeplate lives!
Posted by: ogged | August 01, 2005 at 10:37 AM
Huzzah.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | August 01, 2005 at 10:40 AM
Huzzah.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | August 01, 2005 at 10:42 AM
It's hard to do understatement in these conditions.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | August 01, 2005 at 10:43 AM
It's actually "hip hip hooray", not "huzzah huzzah", but since you're apparently in a condition, I'll forgive you.
Posted by: ben wolfson | August 01, 2005 at 10:46 AM
I huzzah'd but once. It was blog gnomes what doubled it.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | August 01, 2005 at 10:50 AM
Why not?
Posted by: dave zacuto | August 01, 2005 at 12:09 PM
I'm satisfied with that response.
Posted by: ogged | August 01, 2005 at 12:42 PM
Dammit
Posted by: dave zacuto | August 01, 2005 at 01:35 PM
You're going to hell, Ben.
Posted by: rone | August 01, 2005 at 10:55 PM