My Phone Almost Killed Me
A few weeks ago, my phone began to act up. It would shut itself off as soon as unplugged, and ghost type messages to random people in my contact. At one point, it even managed to send about 42 of my unread emails into my archive. C’est la vie.
When I took it in, they told me that the battery was swelling, which is not at all scary considering the recent trend of battery explosions. As a “Florida Woman” I take no chances at becoming a potential headline. I have a reputation to maintain. I left my phone alone.
I couldn’t really complain, because in my absolute bored I found myself reading everything in the house and writing a bit more, but mostly just absorbing all the information I could manage to feast my eyes on. But like Thomas Lynch said, “It’s all the same to me, reading and writing, twins and of the same conversation.” I guess the only difference is output. I even subscribed to Wired magazine and I’m not even that techy. I can’t even begin to recall the last time I subscribed to anything, maybe Seventeen magazine back in the 90s.
I got two issues almost within 2 weeks of each other, and read them both, cover to cover within days. The funny thing about Wired is, its not even really all about tech. In fact, of the two issues that I went through, only one feature was really about tech; an alarmer-exposé focused on chasing the Phantom, a 30-year old hacker coined “Russia’s most notorious” by the article, which in the wake of the recent Wannacry fiasco seems more relevant than the editors must have imagined.
The human side of these articles. But on further reading, it’s clear that even the profiles published within the magazines matte’s pages are all framed in technology. Medical Technology, cellular technology, self-driving cars – tech has completely infiltrated our lives, whether or not we even understand it. With hackers and thieves lurking in the periphery of our very connected every day lives, is all this connectivity actually hurting us? Was Orson Welles really that on-point? Even with the recent repeal of our internet privacy, you’ll still be hard-pressed to find someone saying “we are all more connected than ever” in a negative tone.
Unless of course, you turn on your TV; the conversation is quote different depending on where you’re looking. Black Mirror, for example, a show that loves to shock and awe us with glimpses into our tech future, and shows us just what could go wrong. Could this really be the dystopian society we are headed towards? How surreal really is that show? I feel like we’re only a few years away before Facebook introduces a features that allows us to rate or like people in our vicinity. I’m doomed, that’s for sure. No one likes a smartass.
Alright, so my phone didn’t almost kill me, but ironically, its absence from my life did open my eyes to just so immersed we are in technology. Am I glad I fixed it? Heck yes! After all, we are all more connected than ever now, and that means that in order to safeguard my mostly cloud based yet super-protected data, I need to have access to it at all times, just like everyone else.