My virtualized life
I should have seen this coming: my life has been virtualized.
When we put the first servers into place, at work, that were actually just big programs running on dedicated hardware, people shrugged. Hard to understand the point, right. Even when we explained that we could “move” a machine around the rack, using a browser, people saw nothing of interest. Well, some of us, the nerdier folks, did, but we were already “special”.
I noticed a stranger parallel, this evening. All of my information is coming across the desktop from elsewhere. I don’t even have to leave the house. Heck, I don’t even have to go outside, except for brief interventions in the dog/bird feeder battles. And there it is. My life is now virtual. Not enough to cause alarm, I hope, but if the internet goes down, I’m in deep doodoo.
Long term, I won’t even know if something changes in the neighbourhood, unless I learn about it from a third party. My existence is finally… what’s the word? Right. Like a hologram. Nothing in my education prepared me for this.
It could be worse. I could receive my day’s rations in a tiny pill, like that story in the reader from Grade Three. Forget flavor. No need to chew. Just swallow and get on with routine. What will be the outcome? I already miss my old life. Spending hours on a city bus wasn’t all that bad, even if there was a monotony, and a worry about missing my stop. No, I’m now fully part of a life in my kitchen/living room/bedroom. No travel, but not much else either.
