sweetheart.”
“It is nice being able to use pssi to spend time with my sister back home,” she admitted, “and she has such great kids.”
I could see what was coming next, and my heart sank back down fearfully.
“Rick, have you thought about what we talked about? What would make me really happy? The reason I thought we came here?”
“I’ve thought about it, sweetie. I’m just not sure that either of us is ready for it,” I replied. “Just not quite yet, okay?”
“Okay,” she replied, doing her best to smile as I walked over to give her a hug.
I had an idea.
2
THERE WAS STILL nothing quite like a hot cup of jamoke to get me kick started in the morning. I was back in Command, getting a bright and early start to the day, and going through my homework assignments, coming up to speed on the core synthetic reality platform that everything else depended on.
The pssi—polysynthetic sensory interface—system had originally grown out of research to move artificial limbs, using nanoscale smarticles embedded in the nervous system to sense and modify signals passing through it. Fairly quickly they’d learnt the trick of replaying stored nerve conduction patterns, and creating completely synthetic sensory spaces had followed in short order. In this they’d more than succeeded; to most Atopians, synthetic reality was more real than the real world.
You didn’t need to understand how it worked to use it, though. The proxxi program, a kind of digital alter ego designed to help users navigate pssi space, was almost as amazing as the platform itself. After only a year of using it, my own proxxi, Echo, felt as much a part of me as I was myself. It was impossible to imagine how I’d gotten along before. I clicked over to watch Patricia Killiam in another of her press conferences promoting the upcoming launch.
“Describe a proxxi again?” asked a reporter.
“Proxxi are like biological-digital symbiotes that attach to your neural system, sharing all your memories and sensory data as well as control of your motor system. You could think of them as your digital twin.”
“So why do we need one?”
“That is a very good question,” replied Patricia, smiling approvingly. “Did you know that more peoples’ bodies are injured today while they’re off in virtual worlds and games than in auto and air accidents combined? Proxxi help solve this problem by controlling and protecting your body while you’re away, so to speak…”
The press conference droned on as my own mind wandered off. Despite the endless list of projects to get through, my mind couldn’t help circling back to Cindy and my idea. I clicked off the visual overlay of Patricia’s press conference and focused back on my Command task list as the rest of my staff arrived for the day.
Patricia had just uploaded some of her latest weather forecasts, and we’d been surprised by her predicted upgrading of tropical storm Ignacia out in the North Atlantic. Our own weather systems hadn’t seen this, but as we reviewed her datasets it all suddenly fit together.
It worried me that even with all the technology we had we could miss this, even if it was in another ocean and off our radar screens.
Mother Nature was a far more tangible danger to Atopia than a foreign attack, and we had to do our best to steer clear of Her. Record global temperatures predicted an intense hurricane season, and we were already well into the seasonal dance of steering clear of disturbances coming our way. This usually wasn’t much of a problem out here in the East Pacific off the Baja. Most of the intense hurricanes and cyclones tended to keep to the North Atlantic and Western Pacific basins. Still, Atopia had a draft of more than five hundred feet below the waterline, and the thought of the fusion reactor core down there grinding into a seamount made me sweaty.
“Looks good to me,” I offered, shrugging.
A simulation graphic occupied almost the entire volume of the
“It is nice being able to use pssi to spend time with my sister back home,” she admitted, “and she has such great kids.”
I could see what was coming next, and my heart sank back down fearfully.
“Rick, have you thought about what we talked about? What would make me really happy? The reason I thought we came here?”
“I’ve thought about it, sweetie. I’m just not sure that either of us is ready for it,” I replied. “Just not quite yet, okay?”
“Okay,” she replied, doing her best to smile as I walked over to give her a hug.
I had an idea.
2
THERE WAS STILL nothing quite like a hot cup of jamoke to get me kick started in the morning. I was back in Command, getting a bright and early start to the day, and going through my homework assignments, coming up to speed on the core synthetic reality platform that everything else depended on.
The pssi—polysynthetic sensory interface—system had originally grown out of research to move artificial limbs, using nanoscale smarticles embedded in the nervous system to sense and modify signals passing through it. Fairly quickly they’d learnt the trick of replaying stored nerve conduction patterns, and creating completely synthetic sensory spaces had followed in short order. In this they’d more than succeeded; to most Atopians, synthetic reality was more real than the real world.
You didn’t need to understand how it worked to use it, though. The proxxi program, a kind of digital alter ego designed to help users navigate pssi space, was almost as amazing as the platform itself. After only a year of using it, my own proxxi, Echo, felt as much a part of me as I was myself. It was impossible to imagine how I’d gotten along before. I clicked over to watch Patricia Killiam in another of her press conferences promoting the upcoming launch.
“Describe a proxxi again?” asked a reporter.
“Proxxi are like biological-digital symbiotes that attach to your neural system, sharing all your memories and sensory data as well as control of your motor system. You could think of them as your digital twin.”
“So why do we need one?”
“That is a very good question,” replied Patricia, smiling approvingly. “Did you know that more peoples’ bodies are injured today while they’re off in virtual worlds and games than in auto and air accidents combined? Proxxi help solve this problem by controlling and protecting your body while you’re away, so to speak…”
The press conference droned on as my own mind wandered off. Despite the endless list of projects to get through, my mind couldn’t help circling back to Cindy and my idea. I clicked off the visual overlay of Patricia’s press conference and focused back on my Command task list as the rest of my staff arrived for the day.
Patricia had just uploaded some of her latest weather forecasts, and we’d been surprised by her predicted upgrading of tropical storm Ignacia out in the North Atlantic. Our own weather systems hadn’t seen this, but as we reviewed her datasets it all suddenly fit together.
It worried me that even with all the technology we had we could miss this, even if it was in another ocean and off our radar screens.
Mother Nature was a far more tangible danger to Atopia than a foreign attack, and we had to do our best to steer clear of Her. Record global temperatures predicted an intense hurricane season, and we were already well into the seasonal dance of steering clear of disturbances coming our way. This usually wasn’t much of a problem out here in the East Pacific off the Baja. Most of the intense hurricanes and cyclones tended to keep to the North Atlantic and Western Pacific basins. Still, Atopia had a draft of more than five hundred feet below the waterline, and the thought of the fusion reactor core down there grinding into a seamount made me sweaty.
“Looks good to me,” I offered, shrugging.
A simulation graphic occupied almost the entire volume of the
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