A Musical Crime
“… And accuracy of feedback controlled systems is always very high because controller modifies and manipulates the activating signal such that error in that system will be zero.” I struggle to pay close attention to the Guest Speaker my firm invited this month.
A little backstory should help:
S&T has been dominating the tech-evolution for 4 years since the early death of Elon Musk in 2037 whose last wish was to merge our original firm Sacramento Inc. with Tesla.
Rumor has it, our founder married Elon’s daughter and asked him for the favor but who knows, it has served very fruitful for the world.
Back to the auditorium of my office:
We’ve changed the daily lives of the world’s population. For instance, the scrappy wired earphones have been replaced by a tiny strand of hair which can stick to any surface and resonate music waves directly to your brain. Sure it wasn’t very cheap, but we made more than 4 billion sales in our first year.
On this day, no one has ever seen those old school earphones or headphones as they were proved “harmful” and banned.
This guest, a 20 year suit-clad university student, is presenting his prototype of another such life changing day-to-day device. But who cares? They’re just going to buy it off if they like it and deliver it on our desks to recreate it. Or we never see it again.
Honestly, I was ready to quit my job but the merger turned out to be a golden opportunity and I even got a 200% raise!
I excuse myself to the washroom and walk out of the aisle. Nobody can see me get up except for my neighbors. Everyone can listen to him right in our minds and see him live on our glasses using the same tech.
The only reason why we’re in the auditorium is the range limit of the broadcast.
As the door of my stall closes behind me, I close the lid and sit on it. Even though nobody can see me now, I silently slide my fingers in my shoe.
I’m heave a sigh of relief when I feel it brush my hands.
I take out my iPhone X, a phone that everyone frowns when I use it. I carefully connect the wire to its audio-jack.
While the music booms in my ears, I feel a shiver down my spine. Who knew 30 years from my birth I’ll be hiding in a toilet? Just to listen from my dad’s phone and committing a musical crime?