In line with much of the general population, I rarely get a full night’s sleep. Neither a world leader with many responsibilities nor a wild young lad, I’m merely an insomniac.
Recently – yielding to Sara’s incessant advice that I buy a smartwatch – I acquired an Apple Watch. I still wasn’t too sure why I’d done this, so Sara badgered me into loading it with an app called AutoSleep. Every morning, now, AI independently verifies my latest defeat in the battle with insomnia – just in case I think I’m totally wasted for some other reason, and any recollection of tossing and turning for hours is delusory.
This morning I finally gave up on getting any more sleep. This time, however, when I tapped on my watchface it congratulated me big time on having scored 100 percent on all four Autosleep dimensions.
So why did I feel so groggy? Maybe it was the unaccustomed surfeit of sleep.
Testing matters, I tried bounding out of bed right into my exercise routine. Now all I had to do was wait for the euphoria to kick in and then welcome back my Muse, who’d congratulate me on my eight hours of shut-eye and tell me to get my ass in gear, creatively speaking.
Yeah. And then, thinking I’d gloat some more, I double-checked with my iPhone for the full AutoSleep report. Shock and disbelief. It told me that, overall, I’d in fact scored only 74 percent that night, including zero hours of “deep sleep.” And when I looked, my Watch now corraborated the iPhone’s take on things. What the hell?
Suddenly I felt tired. I relapsed into my usual insomnical self, feeling in no way inclined to pen a few immortal words, much less burst into song in the shower.
Here’s the question. Did I dream all that stuff about getting a world-class sleep? Or was it merely AI messing with my head? A trial run at driving me nuts before taking over the world.
Whatever. This is all one more step in my assimilation by the IoT, the Internet of Things. More and more I’m being shaped by the tweaks and nudges of our Techno-utilitarian Überlord, the relentless algorithmic engineering of my person.
Sara tells me to chill. “Hey, and what kind of geezer calls his spiffy new smartwatch a ‘wrist monitor’?” she asks me. Then she looks thoughtful. “If you really don’t like it, why don’t you give it to me?”
3 thoughts on “Fashion statement du jour: IoT wrist monitor”
I have several times played with the though of buying myself a so called smart watch.
But then I start thinking, what do I normally use my regular wrist watch for? And what do I use my smart phone for?
If my phone can tell me about my activities (walk, run, etc), and even tell me the time (as well as the wrist watch), why do I need it?
If I feel tired, and especially lack of energy, then I know I have not slept as well as I might have thought, despite the fact I got out of bed an hour later than normal.
And, I can still tell time on my wrist watch without reading glasses, and kind of when squinting eyes use my phone.
Using a smart watch will require me to bring out my reading glasses each time I look at it.
Fashion statement, absolutely, unless we are a very active (sport, exercise) kind of person.
I mostly agree. But for me it had the advantage of halting Sara’s unrelenting advice I get one of these buggers.
That I can understand.