Long time ago my bag was stolen in a Buddhist restaurant by a non-religious couple in the heart of the city during lunchtime. I was not alone; two colleagues of mine, one in front and right side and another next to me on the right side as well, volunteered to eat out. The bag was hanging on the chair left-side behind me (alluring that couple sitting opposite the bag). We were luncheoning and gurgling about some stuff. None of us noticed how the theft happened.
Paradoxical enough, these were thieves-readers who liked the science fiction book I borrowed without permission from my upstairs neighbours-physicists when permitted to relocate to their sunny side with a balcony during their vacational absence. It was in the suburbs of Budapest.
So, the thieves liked the book and kept it notwithstanding a bunch of cash freshly withdrawn to pay the rent on that day.
They returned, however, my comb, some student cards, and my USB that retained the only copy of the almost finalized thesis. To be more precise, a good-hearted anonymous found my bag somewhere and brought it to my former residence place.
But the focus here is actually on that science fiction book navigating through times to a future technologically flamboyant and decaying in the dimension of human relationships…
Why this life episode was striking today? Surprise, it was not due to the drone — the promising surveillance in action — flying high at the level of the fourth floor of the workplace.
The reason turned out to be trivial: remote monitoring of my daily activity and browsing history was carried out by an invisible hand over several months. The last two months the hand became proactive, meaning started showing its presence by scrolling pages for me and choosing one windows page over the other. There were interesting methamorphoses.
Apparently, that distant future described in science fiction books is closer than one can imagine.