The era of 5G is coming to our phones, to all the other smart devices we will own and probably to the core of our very lives. We will have things that we didn’t have 10 minutes ago and now cannot imagine being without.
It’s all progress, but still.
I won’t pretend to offer a technical breakdown of how this next generation of technology works, but the big takeaway, as I understand it, is that everything gets faster. In practical terms, it means you can do a lot more.
Here’s the illustration I heard on the radio. Think about what you can do with augmented reality. You could fire up a T-Rex and have it walking down your street, as least as your eyes and ears perceive it.
I’m not sure anyone needs that. I’m quite sure I don’t need that.
But you know where this leads. In a culture obsessed with leisure, play and games, this can go off the rails pretty quickly. You can carry your own virtual reality around with you.
Let that sink in.
Your co-worker says “Hey,” grabs a cup of coffee and settles into his cubicle. But really – well, virtually really – he’s carrying out a secret ninja mission to defeat the Cobalt Argonauts and save the Alliance from the Pirates of Remulak. Don’t expect that sales plan on your desk by the end of the day. Oh, and when he gets it done, it might be in Klingon.
I’m only hoping for two breakthroughs.
I like TV cooking shows, and every now and then a host will whimsically say, golly, I wish we had smellavision so you could more fully appreciate this gumbo. So let’s make that happen. Seems like a small thing to ask for. Of course I realize this could and would be put to more nefarious purposes as well.
The other involves the drones that increasingly fill the skies. Seems like one of those little things could be at my door first thing in the morning with the paper and coffee. Maybe a croissant. Ring the doorbell and patiently wait for me to get it together and find the door. Make that a large coffee.
Is this too much to ask? Oh I know. My smart fridge soon enough will tell me we’re out of milk and that, by the way, I really should lay off the pie and ice cream. Fine. Stupid progress.
But could I at least have my coffee first?
Jeff Fox is The Examiner’s editor. Reach him at 816-350-6365 or firstname.lastname@example.org.