“Good afternoon leaders, innovators,
and esteemed scientists. Welcome to the 12th Annual Conference of
the International Academy of Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics.
For over half a century, technology has advanced at an ever-increasing rate. Due
in part to this exponential improvement in technology, the past 50 years have
seen remarkable advances in all fields of scientific study. Rapid drug
development and testing, targeted gene therapy, and stem cell transplants have revolutionized
the treatments for many cancers, neurodegenerative diseases, and immune
disorders. Breakthroughs in the delivery and control of RNA interference has
allowed us to keep up with rapidly-evolving viruses. For the first time we can
say, with confidence, that a cure for
HIV/AIDS is on the horizon. Every newborn child can have their genome sequenced
and examined for genetic predispositions to cancer, high blood pressure,
psychiatric disorder, and this list goes on. We have the power to fight disease
before it can begin to take hold of us. We are now exploring avenues in
medicine that were previously unimaginable, and the future of biomedical
research is bright. Our children can look forward to healthy futures,
unencumbered with the burden of disease.”
I
arrived at the medical examination center at 8:00 am, just in time for my
mandatory annual health exam. I walked into Individual Exam Room 1. On the back
wall of the small room was a wide, flat glass screen with a glass podium in front
of it. “Please insert Personal Identification Device,” said the voice. I took
out my phone—well it was so much more than that now—and placed it into a
rectangular groove on the glass podium. Immediately, my information appeared on
the screen before me. Name. Age. Medical History. Financial History. Family.
Everything you needed to know about me. “Please step onto platform and look
straight ahead.” I stepped onto the small platform at the foot of the podium.
There was a soft whirring sound, and my hair stood on end. It always does when
I know I am being scanned. In an instant a new set of numbers was on the screen.
“Please press left your left index finger into the elliptical groove on the
left side of the podium.” I did, and I felt a small prick. “Thank you for
providing us with your blood sample.” You’re welcome. A new set of numbers. I
did everything I was told, provided every sample I needed to provide. “Thank
you, (NAME), your updated medical information has been uploaded to your
Personal Identification Device and sent to your physician. You will be
contacted if there are any abnormalities. In the meantime, consider adding
supplemental calcium and iron to your diet. Your next appointment has been made
for March 12, 2063 at 8:00 am. Thank you and have a healthy year.” I grabbed my
phone from the podium, and the screen went black. As I was leaving the exam
room, another man arrived for his appointment. It was 8:15 am.
“Our strides in medicine have been matched by great leaps in
environmental management, conservation, and alternative energy. Fifty years
ago, some refused to believe that human activity was accelerating the pace of
global warming—that our robust industry and rapid advances in technology came
at a devastating cost. Forty years ago, it was undeniable. Global climate
temperatures had increased by 1.6 degrees Fahrenheit. China’s increasing use of
coal-burning power plants and the melting of the permafrost released greenhouse
gases into the atmosphere at an alarming rate. But we, as a global community,
chose to do what was necessary to stave off the menacing threat of climate
change, to save our planet. We chose life.”
My legs don’t move
like they used to. Medical advances in artificial cartilage and joint replacements
still can’t prevent aging or stop me from feeling it. I used to fly up stairs,
skipping every other step, like they were falling out from underneath me as I
climbed upwards. Now, it is a struggle, and each stair is a mountain of its
own. Then again, things just aren’t what they used to be—old people always say
that. I am old now. I can feel the eleven-o-clock sun beating down on the back
of my neck as I walk inside to escape it. You can’t be out in the afternoons
anymore.
Every night I go to
bed. I try to remember my life—what I’ve done, the people I’ve known, the joy,
the sadness, the love I’ve felt. I think about how the world has changed around
me as I’ve moved through life, changing in many ways myself. And I fall asleep
thinking about what tomorrow will bring.
I like it; very intriguing. By broadening out the context to some other issues of technology and health, you take the weight off global warming. I think that's a good move, so that the story is serious but not doomsday. The woman's voice reads well.
ReplyDeleteSam this idea is awesome! I am loving the shape of this story, it is really interesting to think about the 'future'. I am excited to see your idea of perhaps what the future holds for us to come together and read about it. The roles that technology and science play in sociey today and what they can play in the future is incredible and we can only imagine the paths it will take in the next 50 years. Thinking about the strides we have made in the past 15 years I do not see the idea of finger print recognition at doctor's offices that far off... when I go to the tanning salon today (very rarely of course!) they now use our finger prints to confirm you are you and the account you are using! I can't wait to see what the future holds in your world :)
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