I woke up 13 minutes and 43 seconds earlier than scheduled by EVE. Lucas recommended her as a digital assistant, she is sweet but a bit overbearing. I have a short window before she turns everything on and I have log into the stream.
“3 minutes to meditate, 10 minutes left to figure this thing out. 3 minutes of pure bliss”.
Silence.
As I close my eyes I can't stop thinking about Yesterday's encounter. It left me swirling in a sea of uncertainty. Who are these people? is the movement real? I have 12 minutes to find out and all I have is a dirty analogue note. It’s written on a 20th generation recycled napkin that barely reads "13:45". I have no idea where to go or who I am meeting, but then again that's how the movement works.
I know they are not part of the Facebook nation and I know they are not from the privacy nuts at the orchard.They don't contribute to the stream, they've gone analogue and worst of all they still vote in the old system. These people can't seem to let go of the past and embrace our new nations. Citizen 2.0, time to upgrade guys. Who the hell cares about the legislative process and old fools making decisions. Gross.
We have algorithms, we have data we don't need a bunch of analogues telling us what's best. Who cares if our ico is overvalued, if you don't like it, log off and join the Google nation, I hear their coin is not tied to the contributions to the stream. This is real freedom, I can change nations and become a participant, as long as I am constantly uploading to the stream.
I don't get the urgency, somehow my vote is all they need? One vote, that's it. As if one vote mattered. Stay focused, vote. That's the only instruction. I can do this, I just need to show up who knows where and cast my vote. Damn it, I wish Laura had not introduced them to me.
Breathe.
6 minutes left. The clock is ticking.
Stay focused.
Think. 13:45, what was the location? I wish I could just look it up but I have to rely on a series of clues, can't look at my phone.
Stay focused, remember.
3 minutes left. I am panicking.
40 seconds left. I got it. I remember, go toward the old city hall, Yellow graffiti painting, door on the right, one hard knock; someone will find me. I have to stay focused, it was important for Laura.I loved her with all my heart. I have to do this for her. I’ll cast my vote one last time.
"Hi Marcus, good morning" Eve is up, shit. Time to log in. My notifications begin cascading, I reach for my earlobe and activate my pods. As I head over to the kitchen, Eve's lovely voice echoes in:
"Marcus, I scanned your vitals this morning and created these three custom menus for you based on your Macro needs, you know you have to take care of your heart, we don't want NPPB acting up"
I have no idea what that is, I'll look it up later, finally ignorance is just a choice. I ordered a custom food printer 2 weeks ago on Eve's recommendation, I had a few Ico's to spare and had been posting really good content for the last three weeks so I gave myself a treat. The printer is connected to my constellation and Eve decides the menu, she decides everything.
She nails it every time.
Crunchy and salty reads the screen on my printer. I better print some snacks to go, I feel like I had something important to do today.
Laura I won't forget my promise.
I look out the window and look at the grey sky, before I have a second to think, Eve recommends a convertible. "Are you nuts Eve?" - trust me she says.
“I've planned out your entire route, it will be a sunny day”.
I take my phone and begin recording. I chose to do a live stream today. Live streams generate the most engagement. I built up a pretty good audience, I am not a world gaming Champion like Gooberphase75 but I have an interesting stream. Gooberphase75 is tall, lanky but every since he shared his amino count live, his engagement went up like crazy, "them" have become hooked with him. He is huge. Like cross platform huge. He streams everything about him. He hid loot in his DNA sequence, streamed it and some lucky bastard out there found it within 2 minutes.
The stream is everything. If it didn't happen in the stream, it didn't exist.
As I headed out the door, I grab my glasses, I realize my AR membrane is dead today, literally no content overlay in my flat or even down the stairs.
"Eve, reminder, don't let me live stream without rating AR content”
I really need to download more assets, It sucks. I can see everyone in the building finding loot boxes everywhere in the AR membrane. I could really use a coffee drop right now. Last week Michael accidentally streamed a fight with his girl. He got tons of engagement and Stardox dropped a free supply of Matcha infused rosehip coffee incense sticks. Laura, loved those.
I had to do something for her. I promised her something, what was it. City hall. Yellow door. Something.
Eve was right, the day is radiant, it cleared up in a matter of minutes. My transparent roof shuttle is here, I hope it's not shared today, I cant talk to people in the analogue.
"Eve pair me up with a few emotibots, make it look like I am busy, make it look like I am engaging with at least 6 people"
I don't understand why the analogues won't conform.
The shuttle door opens, oh good it's Z. She is so beautiful, but our algorithms don't match. Eve and her assistant tried to compare data points but we only scored 35% despite having a huge spike in physical attraction. She is a type 4C-F, I am 6D-F. In the end I don't really care, my network is 35k across three digital nations. She only has mere 10k in one nation, sure her likes are through the roof but who cares about 10K likes in one platform. A friend of mine told me her social is dropping fast and she is getting desperate, so she's gone full AR.
I am curious, I want to see. Good no privacy wall.
My AR feed is going nuts, her AR world is incredible, so populated. Before I muster the courage to say hi, I get a few notifications I have to respond to. My clan needs to meet at 3 for a quick 2 minute global tournament, we have modified skins and we are the favorites. I can't miss that.
Message from mom, send to archive,mark unread.
I saw an old Holovox the other day, the guy wasn't supposed to talk the girl but he had a way with words, I better say something to Z. I bet she can help me populate my AR feed. Who cares if I tank it, my embarrassment will go big over my network. My tracker is detecting a raise in my heart beat, eve changes the lights on my seat in the shuttle to relax me.
Damn it Eve, don't let Z know she is changing my reaction. Should I block? time to say something.
She is gone. She must have left two stops ago. I didn't even notice.
I finally arrive at my destination, I am lost and have no idea what I am doing in front of the old City Hall. I hate this area, there are no loot boxes to scan and no backdrops for cool content.
Eve, what the hell are we doing here.
"Marcus, you had it marked on the route but you didn't leave any meta"
Let's get out of here. I need to get to a next gen hub, I have a tournament to win. As we drive off, I see the most amazing piece of analogue art, a yellow painting of woman in separate realities.
I wish Laura could see this. She would love it.
Submitted July 25, 2019 at 07:12PM by federimanu https://ift.tt/2Mdkt43
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