Totally different tomorrow (story)
In the morning I woke up from a light sea breeze, a gentle touch and a barely audible kiss. I liked it. No wonder yesterday I spent half an hour searching the Web for the appropriate program for the alarm clock.
After enjoying the last seconds of bliss, I jumped out of bed. Seconds now cost a lot of money, and you should not spend them on any nonsense. They say that our ancestors worked eight hours a day and believed that they were torn. Now the official working day is 12 hours, but rarely is anyone limited to this. Young and motivated work fourteen, and sometimes sixteen hours a day. Seven days a week. I am not an exception, I am not a couch potato.
Hurriedly went into the bathroom and turned on the device for morning hygiene procedures. I met my gaze with my reflection, and I did not like it. Quickly tweaked the mirror settings, and now, in between advertising, a fresh, fit young man looked at me. That's better!
Judging by the newsloader muttering in his ear, wide plaid harem pants and tight-fitting acid-colored T-shirts were in fashion today. The prices for them bite, and I spent a couple of minutes reading Asian sites. Once again, I thanked myself for learning a Bayhua and a couple of thousand characters a year ago. Thanks to this, I saved about thirty percent daily, ordering things, and sometimes products, straight from the manufacturer.
After just a couple of minutes, the divider snapped and I pulled clothes sewn from a needle from its bowels. Just think, but I remember those times when a parcel had to wait several days or even weeks! I'm already old
Having dressed hastily, I sat down opposite the working visualizer. Volumetric charts, diagrams and, at the same time, the physiognomy of my boss, dressed in the latest fashion in an acid-fitting shirt, surfaced above the table. The soulless machine paid for only working seconds, so I immediately began to frantically gesticulate, making the images above the table swirl in a crazy dance. I compared the columns of the tables, generated new charts, pointed to the points of extremum in automatically generated reports.
A little at a distance and obliquely stood the second (my personal) visualizer. He displayed a globe on which green dots lit up every now and then - it was my friends who went online. My friends are my pride, because I did not buy them for a five-dollar subscription for a thousand pieces at once, but in live network communication, discussing various philosophical topics, and sometimes arguing until a nervous breakdown about something very important.
I even saw one of them offline. This happened three years ago, during an accident at an electrical substation. Then the frightened townspeople began to look out the windows, and I saw in the house opposite the face of my friend. It seems that he also recognized me then, because his gaze changed. Fortunately, the accident was quickly fixed. A few days later I was a little nervous when I met him on the net, but, fortunately, he had the tact not to discuss that meeting.
The machine appreciated every second of my time, and I tried not to stop manipulating the charts even when I was browsing through the second visualizer for new catalogs of fashion items or talking with friends.
The divider peacefully clicked, delivering the items I ordered. But I did not spend time getting them out of the box. The fact of delivery of these expensive and fashionable things was displayed in my profile, and this was enough to maintain the status. And I would spend such precious seconds on going from the table to the divider. However, I still had to get up for food. And I once again thought about moving the workplace closer to the divider.
It’s already time to order a permutation in the apartment. I need five rooms and two tiers to maintain my status, but walking on them is extremely tiring and time consuming. Of course, the thought of the chores required for the rearrangement frightened me. First, designers need to order redevelopment so that the bed, shower, table and divider are close by, and everything else is placed in unused rooms. Then you need to choose a company that will take on the implementation of the plan and send its robots to move the furniture. But the most difficult thing is to find such artists who do not display the result of activities in the profile. If someone finds out that I do not use the entire area of the apartment, then the rental costs will not justify themselves.
Once I read an anonymous report from a manager. Brought to the handle, he himself manually rearranged the furniture in his apartment so that no one would know about it. But I can’t spend time on physical labor, I need to earn money. Maintaining a standard of living is not cheap.
And then it dawned on me! Trying not to be distracted from graphs and charts, I looked through the catalogs of the latest models of visualizers and chose the best one. The divider did not have time to click, and I already posted an ad: "An experienced sales statistics analyst is looking for work."
After half an hour, a third visualizer flaunted at my workplace, and on it, in addition to graphs and charts, the face of another boss. And although the performance indicators on the first visualizer fell a little in the evening, the total operating time for the day increased one and a half times! Now I can afford a bigger apartment, and a new newsloader and priority status on the divider! Tomorrow all this will be displayed in my profile. A completely different life awaits me tomorrow!
Tired, but happy, I turned off the computers, threw out the obsolete clothes and things I had purchased during the day, into the waste recycler basket and went to bed.
Text - D. Ivanov
Illustration - O. Ivanova
After enjoying the last seconds of bliss, I jumped out of bed. Seconds now cost a lot of money, and you should not spend them on any nonsense. They say that our ancestors worked eight hours a day and believed that they were torn. Now the official working day is 12 hours, but rarely is anyone limited to this. Young and motivated work fourteen, and sometimes sixteen hours a day. Seven days a week. I am not an exception, I am not a couch potato.
Hurriedly went into the bathroom and turned on the device for morning hygiene procedures. I met my gaze with my reflection, and I did not like it. Quickly tweaked the mirror settings, and now, in between advertising, a fresh, fit young man looked at me. That's better!
Judging by the newsloader muttering in his ear, wide plaid harem pants and tight-fitting acid-colored T-shirts were in fashion today. The prices for them bite, and I spent a couple of minutes reading Asian sites. Once again, I thanked myself for learning a Bayhua and a couple of thousand characters a year ago. Thanks to this, I saved about thirty percent daily, ordering things, and sometimes products, straight from the manufacturer.
After just a couple of minutes, the divider snapped and I pulled clothes sewn from a needle from its bowels. Just think, but I remember those times when a parcel had to wait several days or even weeks! I'm already old
Having dressed hastily, I sat down opposite the working visualizer. Volumetric charts, diagrams and, at the same time, the physiognomy of my boss, dressed in the latest fashion in an acid-fitting shirt, surfaced above the table. The soulless machine paid for only working seconds, so I immediately began to frantically gesticulate, making the images above the table swirl in a crazy dance. I compared the columns of the tables, generated new charts, pointed to the points of extremum in automatically generated reports.
A little at a distance and obliquely stood the second (my personal) visualizer. He displayed a globe on which green dots lit up every now and then - it was my friends who went online. My friends are my pride, because I did not buy them for a five-dollar subscription for a thousand pieces at once, but in live network communication, discussing various philosophical topics, and sometimes arguing until a nervous breakdown about something very important.
I even saw one of them offline. This happened three years ago, during an accident at an electrical substation. Then the frightened townspeople began to look out the windows, and I saw in the house opposite the face of my friend. It seems that he also recognized me then, because his gaze changed. Fortunately, the accident was quickly fixed. A few days later I was a little nervous when I met him on the net, but, fortunately, he had the tact not to discuss that meeting.
The machine appreciated every second of my time, and I tried not to stop manipulating the charts even when I was browsing through the second visualizer for new catalogs of fashion items or talking with friends.
The divider peacefully clicked, delivering the items I ordered. But I did not spend time getting them out of the box. The fact of delivery of these expensive and fashionable things was displayed in my profile, and this was enough to maintain the status. And I would spend such precious seconds on going from the table to the divider. However, I still had to get up for food. And I once again thought about moving the workplace closer to the divider.
It’s already time to order a permutation in the apartment. I need five rooms and two tiers to maintain my status, but walking on them is extremely tiring and time consuming. Of course, the thought of the chores required for the rearrangement frightened me. First, designers need to order redevelopment so that the bed, shower, table and divider are close by, and everything else is placed in unused rooms. Then you need to choose a company that will take on the implementation of the plan and send its robots to move the furniture. But the most difficult thing is to find such artists who do not display the result of activities in the profile. If someone finds out that I do not use the entire area of the apartment, then the rental costs will not justify themselves.
Once I read an anonymous report from a manager. Brought to the handle, he himself manually rearranged the furniture in his apartment so that no one would know about it. But I can’t spend time on physical labor, I need to earn money. Maintaining a standard of living is not cheap.
And then it dawned on me! Trying not to be distracted from graphs and charts, I looked through the catalogs of the latest models of visualizers and chose the best one. The divider did not have time to click, and I already posted an ad: "An experienced sales statistics analyst is looking for work."
After half an hour, a third visualizer flaunted at my workplace, and on it, in addition to graphs and charts, the face of another boss. And although the performance indicators on the first visualizer fell a little in the evening, the total operating time for the day increased one and a half times! Now I can afford a bigger apartment, and a new newsloader and priority status on the divider! Tomorrow all this will be displayed in my profile. A completely different life awaits me tomorrow!
Tired, but happy, I turned off the computers, threw out the obsolete clothes and things I had purchased during the day, into the waste recycler basket and went to bed.
Text - D. Ivanov
Illustration - O. Ivanova