Word: wristing
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...Picard that time when he was captured by the dreaded Borg and turned into one of them: half-man, half-machine. Part of my face and most of the top of my head are covered by evil-looking electronic gadgetry; there is more scary stuff strapped to my left wrist and around my waist. Getting into character, I wander around a giant shopping mall in Fairfax, just outside Washington, D.C., frightening the living daylights out of small children. It's all I can do to stop myself from intoning, like the captain of the Enterprise: "I am Locutus. Resistance...
...wearable computer" produced by Xybernaut, a small Fairfax company. It's hard to believe, but the doodads attached to my head and waist add up to a full-fledged PC, with 233-MHz Pentium chip, 32-MB memory and upwards of 3 GB storage. The keyboard on my wrist has 60 keys, and there is a trackball built into the central processor. Suspended in front of my left eye is a full-color vga screen scarcely larger than a postage stamp but so close it could just as easily be a 15-inch monitor. And did I mention the miniature...
...under-estimating the attraction of ultra-portability. In the public consciousness, wearables are the logical future - the destiny, if you like - of computing. Think of all those neat-o gadgets that populate sci-fi flicks and cartoons. The ones that grab the imagination are usually small, affixed to the wrist, the lapel or the belt - in other words, wearable. Or consider the now-ubiquitous Palm handheld computer. When it first hit the market, all it could do was store phone numbers and messages somewhat more conveniently than your old Casio. Then folks started to develop specialist applications - games, maps, news...
Eager to get away from a friend who needed my support, I wrapped a pink glow stick around my wrist and waited for the recruiters to approach. None did. So after an hour, I walked up to Kenji Mitsuka, a producer at Drumbeat Digital, a Web development company. I asked Kenji if he could hook me up with a writing job. After listening to my qualifications, he asked me if I could write insurance brochures. I told him I could try, if Aetna didn't mind insurance brochures with penis jokes in them. Then he said, "You don't have...
...night this girl's terror became too much. She sat alone in a bathroom, dark except for the blue-white light of the streetlamp outside spilling across her hands, her wrists, the small square of the razor blade as it moved closer to her soft web of veins. She imagined blood spilling over white porcelain; she imagined the end. But someone had told her something long ago when she was a child--that God put each of us here for a reason. A thought took shape in her mind, even through the jangle of nerves and the blur...