Wi-Fi natural selection
Mr. Kapa had gotten up early to attend to a noise which seemed to be emanating from the pool area. It was a low hum which signaled to him that the pool motor might be burning out. He checked the pump and the circuit breakers. Everything seemed fine, so he went back to bed.
After he had just gotten settled in bed, he heard the hum again. Being lazy by nature, he decided to ignore it until it was time to get up. But, then, after a few more minutes, he began to visualize a series of ones and zeroes within his stream of consciousness. The numbers were rolling into his mind from a light source which could have been within his personal biosphere or might have originated from the moon, for all he could tell.
“This is an interesting phenomenon,” he thought to himself. “It’s almost like one of my organic brain processors is picking up a Wi-Fi signal. That’s cool.”
As quickly as the numbers had started to roll into his head, they changed to ASCII characters. At first he couldn’t decipher the information since it was rolling by so quickly, but he was sure that he was seeing a stream of English words rolling by his perception processors.
By concentrating on the flow, he was able to slow down the word stream to a pace which allowed him to make sense out of it. The words formed what seemed to be a transcript of a lecture on the accelerating genetic transformations which can be manifested by excessive bombardment of electronic waves into the human brain.
Mr. Kapa decided that he must have been genetically transformed to the point that he had developed a wave signal receiver within his own biological structure which was able to pick up Wi-Fi signals and present them directly to his consciousness.
The best part was that this processor was translating the ones and zeroes into text that he could just perceive, rather than needing to do any conscious encryption or encoding. His next question was why he had received that specific textual sequence. After pondering that query for a few minutes, he concluded that he must have been thinking about that subject and his genetically formed Wi-Fi processor had issued a search request for an article published on the Internet by an academic institution.
That’s when Mr. Kapa got excited. His first thought was, “Wow, free Internet access from any location.” His second thought was, “How can I make some money off of this capability?”
The possibilities seemed endless. One application could be the biological enhancement of genetic material through specific mutations which could be discerned through analysis of his personal genetic code sequences and then replicated in other humans…at a price, of course.
Mr. Kapa decided to issue another query to his personal Wi-Fi connection. He assumed that he could just think of a question and he would receive a text stream which contained the answer. He thought, “What’s the dew point in Dunnellon right now?” He waited for a few seconds but nothing seemed to happen. No bit streams. No text.
Then, suddenly, the text started flowing again. Mr. Kapa saw, “Hello, you have just been hacked. I’m taking over your brain function now.”
Mr. Kapa wasn’t the brightest light on the boardwalk, but he did know how to cut off bit streams. He issued a quick ctrl, alt, delete and the connection was quickly terminated before any control was lost.
Mr. Kapa lamented, “Man, if not for those hackers…”
Mr. Kapa had gotten up early to attend to a noise which seemed to be emanating from the pool area. It was a low hum which signaled to him that the pool motor might be burning out. He checked the pump and the circuit breakers. Everything seemed fine, so he went back to bed.
After he had just gotten settled in bed, he heard the hum again. Being lazy by nature, he decided to ignore it until it was time to get up. But, then, after a few more minutes, he began to visualize a series of ones and zeroes within his stream of consciousness. The numbers were rolling into his mind from a light source which could have been within his personal biosphere or might have originated from the moon, for all he could tell.
“This is an interesting phenomenon,” he thought to himself. “It’s almost like one of my organic brain processors is picking up a Wi-Fi signal. That’s cool.”
As quickly as the numbers had started to roll into his head, they changed to ASCII characters. At first he couldn’t decipher the information since it was rolling by so quickly, but he was sure that he was seeing a stream of English words rolling by his perception processors.
By concentrating on the flow, he was able to slow down the word stream to a pace which allowed him to make sense out of it. The words formed what seemed to be a transcript of a lecture on the accelerating genetic transformations which can be manifested by excessive bombardment of electronic waves into the human brain.
Mr. Kapa decided that he must have been genetically transformed to the point that he had developed a wave signal receiver within his own biological structure which was able to pick up Wi-Fi signals and present them directly to his consciousness.
The best part was that this processor was translating the ones and zeroes into text that he could just perceive, rather than needing to do any conscious encryption or encoding. His next question was why he had received that specific textual sequence. After pondering that query for a few minutes, he concluded that he must have been thinking about that subject and his genetically formed Wi-Fi processor had issued a search request for an article published on the Internet by an academic institution.
That’s when Mr. Kapa got excited. His first thought was, “Wow, free Internet access from any location.” His second thought was, “How can I make some money off of this capability?”
The possibilities seemed endless. One application could be the biological enhancement of genetic material through specific mutations which could be discerned through analysis of his personal genetic code sequences and then replicated in other humans…at a price, of course.
Mr. Kapa decided to issue another query to his personal Wi-Fi connection. He assumed that he could just think of a question and he would receive a text stream which contained the answer. He thought, “What’s the dew point in Dunnellon right now?” He waited for a few seconds but nothing seemed to happen. No bit streams. No text.
Then, suddenly, the text started flowing again. Mr. Kapa saw, “Hello, you have just been hacked. I’m taking over your brain function now.”
Mr. Kapa wasn’t the brightest light on the boardwalk, but he did know how to cut off bit streams. He issued a quick ctrl, alt, delete and the connection was quickly terminated before any control was lost.
Mr. Kapa lamented, “Man, if not for those hackers…”
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