A Day in the Life
A Day in the Life By Eric Baggs Only by the end of the day did Indolo use his hands for manual labor, strengthening his body in a recreation of old-time activities. “Deadlifting” they called it back then. It made him tire quickly and he welcomed his bed. The cochlear biosynthetic implant in his right ear softly hummed Indolo to wakefulness promptly when he wished to wake. Precognitive analysis had come a long way since nanoprocessors became ubiquitous. He slipped on his adaptive jumpsuit and chose a design he had put together a few weeks ago. It had a simple blocky aesthetic of orange and teal as accents over dark grey. He hadn’t allocated for the vismat modules that changed the visible location of material, but he thought most of those outfits ended up ugly anyway. It was the middle of the week for Indolo’s work schedule so he was partway through a hobby project of constructing a miniature arcology. The vismat modules really were trifles when compared to upgradi...