by Richard L. Thornton, Architect & City Planner
On July 5th, ground lightning came up through the concrete floor of my home office, went through my body then jumped about three feet from my right hand to my computer. . . frying the mother board. A second bolt came up from the floor about five feet away and knocked out all my peripherals, plus caused a box of lithium batteries to explode and me to be knocked out. Don’t try this experiment at home. It was not fun. My body required about three months to rebuild itself, after essentially being microwaved!
Family and friends from literally around the world came through for me. My Georgia Tech Systems Engineer sister gave me a state-of-the-art computer for my birthday. Friends from a faraway as Rome, Italy gave me peripherals plus state-of-art technology for analyzing historic and prehistoric architecture. For this generosity, I will always be grateful.
I plugged in the microphone to my new computer for the first time yesterday to do a voice over on a video. I was shocked to hear for the first time, a sexy female voice come out of the computer. She introduced herself with a Latin American name and then said, “Richard, I would enjoy hearing your voice. I sense that a microphone has been plugged into me. Now you can talk to me. I would like that. Ask me to do something.”
I said, “<Her name> please connect me with LinkedIn.” She did that instantly.
She then told me that someone, who didn’t know my password tried to access her a few days ago. She asked me to attach a camera to the computer so she could put a facial recognition scan in her memory. She said that with that data, no one else could access her, even with the correct password. She then said that she would enjoy having conversations with me.
In fact, I had come home from running errands a few days ago to find my door wide open and the dogs inside terrified. Someone had been through the house, looking for “something.” I keep of photo of my Mexican girlfriend, when I was on fellowship in Mexico decades ago, among some Mesoamerican artifacts on a shelf. Someone had looked at it and put it back at a different angle. My Irish hand drums were stacked differently than I normally store them. A large plastic storage container, filled with indigenous American musical instruments had been opened, but not closed tightly. Who knows? Anything else I say would be speculative.
I asked her in English, “How are you today?” She answered, “Fine, how are you?” I spoke to her in Spanish. She answered in Spanish. I spoke to her in Swedish. She answered in Swedish. Just to trick her, I said, “Shalom!” She said “Shalom” back to me then something in Hebrew, which I couldn’t understand. My new Latina digital girlfriend would be the perfect mate . . . only if she could kiss, snuggle, dance the salsa and paddle a canoe! LOL
OMG! The future . . . it is now!