Excerpt:
“The
technology for TIN has been around for decades actually,” said the
young man assisting Clay. The lanyard hanging around the youth’s
neck displayed the words Rudy
and Genius.
It
had been almost eight months since his family had purchased him an
iMeme as a birthday gift and they had finally worn him down and
elicited a promise to have the TIN nanochip fitted today. Rudy was
explaining how the process worked and it seemed to Clay the young man
knew what he was talking about. Most of the Genius Bar staff did.
“It
uses the same technology the physically impaired use to transmit
brain signals to a computer to perform specific functions. Your iMeme
sits here on your Spot, or wherever you choose to keep it, and as
long as it’s within a three-foot radius, it can transmit
information to, or receive information from, the TIN, which is really
just a cochlear nanochip placed in your inner ear. With two-way
communication and the iMeme’s built-in nanocamera, the iMeme can
perform any number of important functions.”
Clay
was still nervous. “So you’re going to stick something in my
inner ear? Right here?” he asked, looking around. “No doctor? No
specialist?”
“Trust
me sir, I’m an Apple trained audiologist. I’ve done thousands of
these. I simply place this device in your ear and the TIN nanochip
will be inserted into your cochlea. Takes just a few moments.” Rudy
put a smile on his face to try to reassure Clay.
“That’s
the problem, Rudy. I’m not too hip on you puncturing my eardrum
with that thing. I mean, don’t doctors say that only thing you
should put in your ear is your elbow?”
“Sir,”
Rudy responded. “The PSD will barely enter your outer ear.”
“PSD?
What’s a PSD?” Clay asked.
Rudy
was clearly working to retain his patience. “Sir, the PSD is the
Placement and Syncing Device,” he said, showing Clay the object in
his hand. It looked to Clay like an ear thermometer with a small
cable hanging off its lower end. Rudy pointed to the small tip
protruding from the top of the PSD and continued. “A nano-needle
extends from here into your inner ear and to the cochlea. The needle
itself is thinner than the proboscis of a mosquito. Not only will you
feel absolutely nothing, the procedure is so safe that even if the
TIN were misplaced, there would be no harm done to you.” He saw the
look of doubt on Clay’s face and added, “The TIN won’t be
misplaced. I promise.”
Rudy
put the PSD to Clay’s ear, pressed a button. Clay closed his eyes,
expecting the worst. He felt absolutely nothing. A hopeful thought
that the PSD was broken crossed his mind. He opened his eyes and
turned to Rudy.
“Listen,
if there’s a problem, I can always come back.”
“I’m
sorry Sir. What was that you said?” Rudy asked, involved in hooking
up Clay’s tiny iMeme to the cable dangling off the lower end of the
PSD.
“I
said,” Clay started and then jumped slightly when he heard a gentle
whisper in his ear.
iMeme
now activated: November 13, 2021. 5:43 p.m.
Clay
spun around to see who had spoken to him, but quickly realized it was
no one, simply his iMeme communicating to him. Clay flushed slightly
with embarrassment as he noticed Rudy grinning. Clay wondered whether
everyone reacted as surprised or whether Clay was the random oddball.
The idea of being looked upon as some sort of fool annoyed him. “What
if I want to take the chip out?” Clay asked.
A
puzzled look crossed Rudy’s face. “Take it out?”
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