The Machines Tell Me What To Do

I wake in the morning, not naturally, but to any number of noises and cacophony of beeps and blurps that go off. It is the morning wake-up call from the machines. I note in the mirror that I am starting took lo like the Sith Overlord, with red eyes and all. Shuffling into the kitchen I turn on my Keurig, which tells me, “Preheating.”  The family is moving around now and there are a variety of devices calling out from TV’s to iPhones, to microwaves and mini blenders all talking simultaneously. The Amazon Alexa spontaneously calls out that there is 30 minutes left on one of the two timers set. I’m late already, for what, I am not sure.

The machines tell me what to do - art courtesy Scott Hall
Who’s in charge ?!?

Admittedly, dealing with the machines has its rewards, like being reminded to do everything today. It eases my tension and boredom knowing via the morning news that I am immediately aware that some evil event has transpired throughout the night and that the police are looking for a suspect, conveniently, in my neighborhood. But Iet’s not get distracted and realize the machines have their drawbacks. Like the fact that I cannot multi-task to keep up with them and therefore they add secondary stress and anxiety onto me. My better half calls it a “one- trick-pony” syndrome.

I prepare for my morning commute by mounting my trusty silver chariot, a beautiful machine. If truth be told, my mounting is more like an unceremonious plopping into position followed by a sigh and utterance of, “Here we go.” My silver chariot comes complete with XM satellite radio and a Garmin Dash Cam that tells me who’s doing what and to whom. Usually, it’s warning me of my Magoo like driving tactics from changing lanes to near collisions. I notice at the stop-and-go machines (some call them traffic lights), that many of my fellow commuters are looking at their iPhones, some are even driving while texting, having mastered the art of the knee-steer. In fact, it seems as though hardly anyone is paying attention to what they are actually doing. The machines have made everything perfunctory.

After arriving at work it’s on to my email machine to answer the other poor saps being prodded by their machines to keep up. The day is not complete if I don’t spend some time working to configure a machine or it’s software to explain to it how it can work better. I look forward to working with the easy to deal with machines when I get home.

I do finally get home. Just in time to realize I have saved too many movies in the DVR and I expect to finally get around to deleting some of those recorded movies that my cable box has been warning me about saying, “Your storage is almost full!” Or maybe I should tackle those pictures on my iPhone before I go over my 5GB limit. So many choices, so little time. I find during times like this it helps to remind myself of the acronym, WWTLD or What Would The Luddites Do?  No scratch that, “Alexa remind me to set a reminder to take a break from the machines.”

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