Mortimer George Creations

I am not the most technically savvy person in my house.  Not even close.  I have teenagers.  As the years pile up, however, there is this passionate need to keep up because I don’t want to appear old, antique or worse yet, obsolete.

ob·so·lete/ˌäbsəˈlēt/

Predictably, something considered obsolete is usually discarded in the dump and over time, long-forgotten. I don’t want to be the old iron robots in the movie “I, Robot“. I want to be Sonny!

Something obsoleted can be broken up in a 100 different pieces and sold at a discount for scrap.  Or even worse, it can stay alive but relegated to a life of yard sales, pawn shops or Goodwill.  I don’t want to be that guy.  Passed from house to house, held dear only to be traded for a better model.  Toy Story.  Maybe they’ll find out I’m not worth what they paid.  I’ll be hated.  Just throw me in the garbage when I’m no longer of use.   Whoa…how did I end up here?

My whole life appears to be synced.  Synced to something in the clouds.  I no longer need to plug-in and select any buttons.  I don’t need to download.  It just happens. What is the meaning of bridging the cloud? Things happen in “The Cloud” that are now important in my life, yet I can’t see them. The cloud is a form of faith.  The Cloud is a mystery to me.  It rains data.

It reminds me of an old horror movie called, “The Fog“.  I was terrified after watching that movie.  The fear of the unknown.  Maybe, dead zombie pirates are in “The Cloud” and they know everything about me.  They know where I live and what I’m watching.  They know where I’m driving to because they sent me the directions.  They talk to me.  Some push notifications. They recommend things to me that I’m actually interested in. They remind me. They find me when I’m lost.  They’re watching and following me wherever I go.

So this is the future I dreamed about as a child. I didn’t quite picture it this way.  This is beyond big brother and exceeding, “Soylent Green“.  Is this just the beginning?