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Meaningless Speed

Reading this funny article about the meaningless increase of internet speed reminded me of a quote by Mahatma Gandhi - There is more to life than increasing its speed.  My favorite part is the answer to the question What is the Internet of Things 

In the future, your watch will take your blood pressure and then tell your fridge to preventatively buy in vegetables and probiotic yoghurt, because the things you own know you better than you know yourself. That's the Internet of Things.


Along those lines, your Facebook (or similar) will watch your wall, posts and pictures and be able to predict that your significant other is about to break up. It will act preventatively on your behalf ahd initiate an ad-sponsored intervention strategy. It could involve a well orchestrated Romantimatic campaign along with things more material based on how the significant other has been profiled by retailers. They start to have surprises at their door step dropped off by delivery drones, have music played to them that has happy associations with you, prompted by the appliances in their kitchen to cook what you had cooked on the first date and so much more. 

In seven days your relationship may be restored to health thanks to the internet of things. Ideally neither you nor your significant other would have any awareness of what went on. You would continue your lives together like two cogs in an infinite wheel.

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