I imagine all the computers in my novel similar to the
hologram ones seen in the movie Iron Man which
Elon Musk believes are really build-able. Can't wait!
No long post today. Just a quick snippet from the novel. Enjoy. As always, comments and critiques welcome.
"Verne’s dark eyes
were red-rimmed with exhaustion and he felt a migraine lurking like an
inevitable train wreck. After weeks staring
at three dimensional images of goo for ten hours a day, he had dealt with more
than his usual share of migraines. Each day he reminded himself how lucky he
was to have landed this contract gig and how it would be the shining star of
his resume for years. Still, with the
throbbing behind his right eye intensifying, he decided a short break was in
order."
"In reality, his role there was more like an assembly worker than the highly trained expert he really was. He just had to swap the physical samples after the completion of each analysis routine, ranging from two to seven minutes. An analysis routine must never exceed seven minutes or the samples risked defrost and destabilization. The computerized microscopes record everything and are programmed to 'look' for certain anomalies. As he stood and walked away, his work station automatically locked and the screen darkened, but Verne knew it was still awake, still analyzing. Computers don’t get headaches. Human workers were still a necessary evil, at least for now. Walking past a dozen rows of other engrossed lab techs, he knew they were doing the same drudge work. The volume of comet debris collected from Antarctica was massive and NASA wanted every single droplet analyzed."
"In reality, his role there was more like an assembly worker than the highly trained expert he really was. He just had to swap the physical samples after the completion of each analysis routine, ranging from two to seven minutes. An analysis routine must never exceed seven minutes or the samples risked defrost and destabilization. The computerized microscopes record everything and are programmed to 'look' for certain anomalies. As he stood and walked away, his work station automatically locked and the screen darkened, but Verne knew it was still awake, still analyzing. Computers don’t get headaches. Human workers were still a necessary evil, at least for now. Walking past a dozen rows of other engrossed lab techs, he knew they were doing the same drudge work. The volume of comet debris collected from Antarctica was massive and NASA wanted every single droplet analyzed."
(As a side note, I'm kind enough to cure Verne's migraine with a futuristic treatment, currently studied but not yet available to the public called calcitonin gene-related peptide (CGRP) receptor antagonist. Read about it here.)
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