The Doctor
Living 20 minutes into the future. Eccentric weirdo. Virtual Adept. Time traveler. Thelemite. Technomage. Hacker on main. APT 3319. Not human. 30% software and implants. H+ - 0.4 on the Berram-7 scale. Furry adjacent. Pan/poly. Burnout. Cyberpunk but I don’t have enough hair left for a pink mohawk.
I think it’s a little too late. Amazon already bought One Medical, which is the only non-hospital medical provider in a lot of areas. That means they have access to all of the medical records.
Time to start cloning the git repos for safekeeping, folks. yt-dlp, too.
When I worked for a telecom company I used to get stuck working double shifts (system maintenance cycle at night) because I had seniority. Rather than go into the office or the data center I worked from my apartment when I could get away with it.
At this point in life I lived maybe fifteen minutes off the DC Beltway in NOVA. This is somewhat relevant.
So, one night I’m waiting for Sylantro patches to install and the cluster to fail back over and I saw a bunch of shadows moving at speed through the window. The odd thing blowing in the breeze at night wasn’t unusual but this was a pack. Then I heard a crash upstairs and shouting in at least two languages, English being one of them. Never did find out what the other one was because it was too muffled.
I found out later that somebody living in my apartment building two or three floors up had been raided. I asked the folks I knew on the local police force, and they said it wasn’t them. I kinda suspect that it was the FBI. Anyway, he worked for somebody’s government and was in the States on a diplomatic visa, and he was also involved in human trafficking somehow. I never did find out specifics.
Not in California. Been trying since I moved out here, and so far both landlords (the house we rent got sold to another investor when our original landlord retired) categorically refused the solar power upgrade. Fought that battle for two years with the first landlord, about a year with the second one. Both times it came down to “shut up or move out.”
I was writing code for Google Glass that implemented facial recognition. A friend of mine suffered a TBI in an automobile wreck and developed partial facial prosopagnosia as a result. I was basically writing software that would recognize faces within 15 feet of the wearer and compare it to images of their contacts in their Google account, and would throw up an AR subtitle identifying the person on a match. Not too long after I filed the developer applications and outlined my project, the Glass project flatlined.