Ok, as promised, this is the bit of text I wrote recently which I said I’d post once i got my ailing computer back. I must say that this erupted out of my morning coffee at a cafe, and while I like aspects of it, other bits irk me. The bit that irks me is that the focus is largely on new technologies/capacities (nail data store, hair antenna, transgenic pig) such that it feels a little spinkly-spankly-sci-fi. It started with the idea of dirt under the fingernails and how we need a way to keep our data on us, so its always accessible (and not vulnerable to home burglary of hard drives etc) , but lost its grit soon afterwards. Anyway, here it is….

dirt under the fingernails

Underneath my fingernails lies a wealth of evidence. With my entire history of data stored in my nail’s quick matrix I have to be careful what I scratch. I am nervous about Jason’s pigerson (bred for future replacement of his genetically weak liver), whose tummy I tickled recently. Memorably, it shuddered in delight, but was it delight? Could it have been a masked bio-data scan? One of my new frequency channels, recently acquired through the arrival of a new sprout of grey temple hairs, picked up some past reports about Jason’s pigerson. It had been found to have a notable talent for cancer and, consequently was taken through some biopsomic treatment, where cancer cells showed up a capacity for reading attractor pulses. So, not only does it offer Jason his own pre-developed organ replacements, it became a data attractor through some fairly high-end biopsomic technology. Some pig. I didn’t know this information at the time, and wasn’t wearing my nail guards.