Prosthetic

Imagine three men in their early fifties with their female lovers enjoying soulful chatter on a bus and Tade, the second man feels surreal about everything going on except the mechanical sound the bus makes. Why? In all of your wildest thinking, you could never imagine that the soulful chatter, present-in-the-moment life make for a once-in-a-lifetime experience for him in about three decades.

He looks away from his feelings back to his baseline and compares himself. These other men and women all have tools in their bodies. From prosthetics to implants and everything else, they just cannot walk, smile, hear and be happy without these machines. No, their happiness isn’t necessarily tied to these things, but you would think so because, you.

Have you ever had that feeling where you think your phone is ringing or vibrating while in your pocket and it is not? Maybe one day we realise it’s just these smartphones actually misbehaving and they would like us to think it’s all just in our head. Not my style, but we will stick to the latter until we have evidence for the former. That’s Tade’s entire life, notifications wake him up and only its absence, God help him, lets him sleep.

Tade’s entire existence is not tech-enabled, it is tech-infested. You Dimwit! The computer owns your body! Decides how you think, what you take into your mouth, in fact, how often you put food in it, and where you go. You know all of that stems from what it makes you watch, no scratch that, what it makes you stare at.

You come back with a counter, at least I fully own my pipe. Pipe down! You are looking for the next best thing after sildenafil.

In all of these Tade, no one is calling you a zombie because as far as we know zombies never recover. There is hope for you. You, don’t involve Tade in this any more than you absolve yourself.

The wrongest tool in your body is when it takes over your mind.