There are people out there who believe.
They believe in an always on, driven by data, written in code, interconnected future where your doctor will ping you if you have a bacon cheeseburger or take a shortcut during your seven mile run and all the terabytes you generate will be fed to a supercomputer which will tell you to lose two pounds, or barring that, will summon a tiny sewing robot to let out your pants.
There are people out there who believe.
I must confess....I want to believe.
I want to believe in driverless cars and getting hot food delivered in an instant and speedy internet and superbrains that have access to all the information ever-generated and curing leukemia will be no more difficult than curing bacon.
I want to believe.
And then.
Then, you get to work early, for a conference call with Bangalore.
And of course no one is on-time.
And then 31 people dial in, and it's echo-ey, as if all 31 people were inside 31 buckets and talking simultaneously and you can't understand a word.
So beep beep beep, all 31 people hang up and hold-music hold-music hold-music, all 31 people dial in again, and now there's a sound like a busy signal so you can't hear a thing, much less yourself think.
I want to believe that the future will be a seamless place of never-ending bliss, where things just work.
I want to believe we'll make more intelligent decisions and be able to discover and learn and communicate like never before.
I want to believe all that.
But in reality, I believe that the future will be like the world's always been.
Full of dumb mistakes.
Missed connections.
Beeps and echoes and static.
Where we believe the future will be better.
