Salvatore Iaconesi & Oriana Persico
The pain was unbearable, like millions of blood-sharp needles poking your skin from the inside, freezing cold, filling all of your neural bandwidth, obstructing any other sensation. But still, I had to go on, I had to see him.
When they first appeared, nobody thought that they would be used in this way. Pornography, health, insurance and work; that’s how it all started. Wearables, and then chips; first subcutaneous, like evolved tattoos, then implants. They were called the next level of augmented and virtual reality; hardware and software not just connected to your central nervous system, but also to your data profiles that would make you feel hitherto impossible, outrageously interactive sensations by connecting with human and non-human others. Then came the insurances, which used the very same technologies to monitor and harvest your body for data in exchange for free medical coverage. Then the new types of jobs came: simply install the implant and subscribe to the service. Jobs don’t need to be looked for anymore; by interpreting your physical, emotional, cultural, philosophical data, the job finds you. At the start of every day, you receive a message: be here, at this time, to do this.