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7D: Part 2 of 2

Author’s note: This is second installment of a Science Fiction story from my fourth book, 7D: Tales from the Future. You can find the first installment here: 7D: Part 1


Seiko looks crestโ€‘fallen, but Yume is not even ruffled, โ€œNo? Not even after what you have experienced? It can allow the best kind of travelโ€”no car, no gas, no walking, no insects and no sleeping outdoors in rain. Just switch on a button and you are there, living the moment like a real thing! It can also provide lonely people with a personal companion who would talk to them, empathise with them and convert into whatever they want them to beโ€”parent, best friend, lover… I know you believe in it too.โ€

I know I must take a stand, even if I donโ€™t like it. โ€œYes, and that is because the technology is far too believable. Once you are in, there is no way to tell that it is an illusion and not reality.โ€

โ€œAnd that is a problem?โ€ he asks with a lopsided smile.

I suck in air and try to remember why I was opposing him, โ€œYes. It is like drugsโ€”something that takes people away from real life. Once they buy it, they will become useless, unable to leave all the dreams that have come true. It can be easily used to gaslight peopleโ€”make them believe in things and people that donโ€™t exist and events that never happened. They will never be able to tell the difference since it engages all the senses. It is like selling Schizophrenia.โ€

His face is close, eyes smouldering, โ€œYou can trust us. We will never allow misuse of the technology.โ€

I feel my resolve weakening but I must try, โ€œI trust you and Seiko. But once other people realise what is possible, they are sure to find a way to do itโ€”by buying your people, by spying on your secrets or by simply experimenting. And once the competition begins customising the visuals, not all of them would care whether it is ethical or not. We will not be able to control who sells it and how it is used. It happens all the time with technology. You bring in a new thing and people begin misusing it. But the kind of impact 7D technology can cause on peopleโ€™s psyche would be too great a risk. I canโ€™t have that on my conscience. If your organisation could reduce even just one dimension to ensure it was not so lifeโ€‘like…โ€ Even as I say it, I know how much I will regret suggesting it.

Yumeโ€™s face falls. He leans forward in his seat. His eyes are pained now, his face still closer, โ€œI thought I could trust you to take the leap of faith. You want it tooโ€”I can see it in your eyes. Our team has worked for years perfecting the technology. It is the sole reason I exist. Take it away from me and I will perish. And I thought you liked having me around?โ€

His eyes are holding mine captive and I can feel his breath on my faceโ€”he smells like mintโ€”heady, sharp and sweet. I can hardly remember there is one more person in the room. Speechless, I just nod my head.

He takes my hand to his lips and plants a kiss that holds promises for future. Still holding my gaze, he smiles, โ€œSee, I knew you would stand by my side. Will you sign the documentation now? We can then celebrate this evening, just you and me?โ€

Hopelessly, I nod again. Seiko mails me a contract right away. All the details of the contract are already fleshed out in perfection. I am agreeing to invest an insane amount of money in his organisation. The organisation will request patenting of the technology and buy the stateโ€‘ofโ€‘theโ€‘art equipment and software licenses to create the 7D illusions at a commercial level. My payback will begin once they start sellingโ€”half the profits. Honestly, I will do it for free if it means Yume will be around.

As his fingers draw lazy circles inside my left palm, I sign the contract digitally with my right.

Seiko rises and shakes my hand. He takes off the second ring from his finger and puts it on the desk. โ€œConsider it a gift.โ€

The gesture is so sudden and unbelievable, I take a few seconds to respond and the touchโ€‘powered illusion that was Yume starts flickering. I quickly wear the ring. Yume is mine forever. Consequences be damned!


END

Author’s note: If you would rather read it all together in the book, 7D: Tales from the Future is available for free download here: Link

Photo credits: Google Gemini

Posted in Fiction, Published, Science Fiction

7D: Part 1 of 2

Author’s note: This is first installment of a Science Fiction story from my fourth book, 7D: Tales from the Future.


The sun is warm on my skin, and the air smells of pine and heather. Yumeโ€™s green eyes gaze into mine mesmerizing me as he guides me by the elbow and urges me to touch the blue bird sitting next to the gurgling spring. Her glowing blue feathers call to me. There is a song in the wind without wordsโ€”music of the bubbling spring, singing birds and chirping grasshoppers. The dreamโ€‘like scene holds me still.

Yume is still touching my elbow; still looking at me with those green eyes. I shiver as butterflies take flight in my belly. Halfโ€‘afraid that the blue bird would fly away shattering the magic of the moment, I touch its buttery-soft wings. It quivers but stays where it is. Its two yellow friends sit close by, unaffected by my intrusion. One of them is drinking water from the spring; the other one is singing in a voice that would remain with me forever.

With his perfect pointed nose, Yume resembles the birds: calm and serene. For a moment, I wonder if his team has used him as the model for these birds. The green expressive eyes are certainly his. I am better off not knowing though if I want to keep reโ€‘living this otherworldly experience. I know it is just an illusionโ€”a sevenโ€‘dimensional (7D) piece of visual art that allows me to see in three dimensions as well as hear, smell, taste and touchโ€”but still…

It is a product of responsive technology powered by Artificial Intelligence, which means that when I interact with any element, it responds intelligently. My act of breathing is met with the smell of pine forest; the blue bird quivers upon my touch; and the water splashes against my hand, tongue and throatโ€”wet without actual waterโ€”as I drink from the spring.

The best part is that there is no need for special glasses or equipment to run itโ€”just a touchโ€‘powered, selfโ€‘fitting, ring with a button that Seiko is wearing on his finger. Once you wear it and switch the button on, it activates and adds certain elements to your surroundings, creating the illusion. This piece is an immersive one that has turned my entire room into my personal heaven. Yume smiles at me knowingly. I will owe him forever for this moment.

Seiko touches one of the two rings on his finger. The scene pixilates and melts in the air, and my office comes into view, and I sigh as I return to reality. Seiko is amused, โ€œEngages all senses, doesnโ€™t it?โ€

I nod wordlessly. Before I had experienced it, I was a little unsure of the profitability of the technologyโ€”it will be extremely expensive in the initial years due to the research and development cost, close to a vacation on a space station. So, I had wondered if people would be interested in buying it when they can have the same experience by traveling.

But now, I am converted. I would never have been able to touch a live bird in a natural setting.

And then, there is Yume still touching my elbow, which makes it difficult to think clearly. He has a way of making my legs jelly. Honestly, I would never approve of such a crazy fascination. I have never been so taken by any other man. Once a talkโ€‘show host had asked me what it would take to tame the tigress and I had told her the vision of my perfect man: the perfect gentleman, strong with ideas, gentle in conduct, intelligent, capable of witty conversations, and not overbearing or jealous. I had also told her that I was sure he did not exist.

But then, Seiko and Yume had approached me at a Visual Arts conference last month. With his quick wit, amazing knowledge and impeccable manners, I was instantly drawn to Yume. Add to that the way he looks at meโ€”like I am the only woman in the worldโ€”appreciates me for all the right things and the way his hand lingers in mine a second longer than necessary for a handshake, he had me purring like a kitten ever since.

But we are never alone. Seiko is always there. Both of them are always talking about this breakthrough in 7D technologyโ€”how their company has been looking for an investor to commercialise it. As the heiress of my fatherโ€™s investment empire, I have invested all my life in visual technologies. I know that this one will be an instant success.

Right now, they are both looking at me expectantly for an answer. They know they have won already. Seiko queries, โ€œSo, will you invest in our organisation to commercialise the 7D technology?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m afraid not,โ€ I say, much to my regret.


Author’s note: To be continued…

If you would rather read it all together in the book, 7D: Tales from the Future is available for free download here: Link

Photo credits: Google Gemini

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Calling W

My smartphone has a thing against making calls to my husband. Specially, during the pandemic, our connection has gone for a toss.

1. On the first call, I get no dial tone, no caller’s tune–only a woman in her mid-twenties educates me about COVID 19, washing my hands and keeping a six-feet distance. Yup! That’s the standard caller’s tune in India now. I wait for her to end her ranting so I can bug my husband. She speaks non-stop for sixty seconds. Then the call goes dead.

2. I call again. This time, some random guy picks up the phone and we both hello each other without being able to talk. I hang up.

3. I call yet again. The call gives some feeble beeps and goes dead.

4. Desperate to get through to him, I call yet again. The call connects but I can’t hear him. The call disconnects after 8 seconds.

Frustrated, I dump my phone and stomp off to let off my steam.

5. Five seconds later, my husband calls me demanding to know why I had called him four times and never cared to speak. Duh!

Posted in Fiction

An Unlikely Story(?)

Hi, I am rebloging one of my older pieces from my earlier site. Apologies to those who already read it.

Long time ago, there lived a woman who used pigeons to send mails. She spent all her day sending and reading her mails. She would draw pictures of โ€˜Aloo saladโ€™, โ€˜Kadhai dalโ€™ and โ€˜Chulha rotiโ€™ and send it. People would, then, tell her that they liked it or loved it. She, in turn, would do the same for them. Once an insect bit her lips and she sent her picture to her friends. This inspired others to post their picture with a pout as well.

All this made her feel important and happy!

She kept her precious pigeons in a cage and locked them when not delivering emails to ensure no one stole them. One fated day, she lost the key of the cage. No other key would work. Locksmith tried different combinations, even tried breaking it but the lock would not budge. He gave up in the end.

A week later, the woman passed away of a broken heartโ€ฆ

Unlikely story? Weird story? Stupid story?

I donโ€™t think so!

Most of the people on Facebook or Twitter spend all their free time on it. They post pictures of what they cooked or wore, where they went and how they are feeling. They wish their own spouse and children a โ€˜Happy Birthdayโ€™ on Facebook or Twitter, even though they live in the same house. And the rest of the world likes and loves it.

They call their friends to ask why they only posted a like and did not comment on a particular picture if they really liked it.

If needed, they would even suggest a good comment.

First love, first kiss, first baby and first soiled diaper… They are all on Facebook for the world see, like and comment on.

If you didnโ€™t post it, it never happened. If you didnโ€™t โ€˜likeโ€™ it, you ignored them. If you didnโ€™t post a comment, you never cared about them.

Facebook and Twitter are not websites anymore. They are oxygen cylinders. Lock people out of their account for one day, they will suffocate. Lock them out for a week, they will be as good as dead. If they lose their password, they will spend the rest of their lives resetting and securing it, or die trying.

That reminds me… what was my Facebook password?

…Where did I write it?

…Oh no! Where did it go?

…Gawd! What do I do now?

…OH NO! (Gasp) Canโ€™t breatheโ€ฆ Need airโ€ฆ

…HELP!!!

-Dedicated to the Dimpy Angel and all my friends on Facebook