O.K., none of this is actually happening — I’ve yet to lay hands on a pair of Google’s ballyhooed cyberglasses. In fact I’m only vaguely interested in head-mounted technology, whether it’s coming from Nintendo, James Cameron or Sergey Brin. It sounds — and every time I’ve tried it, feels — like a compromise on the longer road to implanting subdermal CPUs and hardwiring our optic nerves.
I’ve just slipped on a pair of Google’s funky, futuristic eyewear, which looks a little like half of a lensless, tricked-out pair of Oakleys. I’m also driving. Out the window, I see an interstate sign — through my pair of Google glasses, a minimalist GPS overlay indicates this is my exit. I take it. As I’m pulling down the ramp, I tilt my gaze up at piles of gray clouds, the sun just starting to emerge. Through Google’s tiny, cyclopean display, I notice the temperature outside is 53°F and rising. Turning right at the ramp intersection, I can just see a commercial jet lifting off from the airport a few miles down the road. The readout in my heads-up display indicates my flight is on time. All the while, my phone hasn’t moved from my shirt pocket, my eyes haven’t left the road and my hands haven’t left the wheel.
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