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 upgrading his printer’s heads and gaining thirty times more detail, making cellular printing possible. He knew his son Jack would be excited when he found out about it.

Several pieces of piping needed replacement to handle the load of his project, as indicated by color changing polymers depicting expected material life. He printed a standard repair drone with the necessary parts and let it do its job before recycling it.

Ever since a dissident planted a virus in the local weather nodes, night time was a horrible pattern of light from the sky as a tiny percentage of weather drones flashed and died every few seconds. The Security Joint Task Force of New Carquinas was on it though, whatever that meant.

Prior to bedtime he had to hop in to virtual meetings with two other offices about the arcology efforts being undergone in deep space. Hopefully the meetings were simple, Indolo didn’t have the energy to run through a 2-hour flythrough of gardening in a space station.

Slipping off the helmet and neural dongle, he contemplated deadlifting again, but switched his nanites on to do the work for him.


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