A few days ago, I got the email I’d been waiting for months to receive.
It said, “your apple watch has arrived.”
But over the next few days, I fantasized non-stop about how amazing my life was about to become.
My watch and I were about to become the best of friends.
I knew, I just knew, that my Apple Watch was a game changer and my life was going to be infinitely richer as a result.
But as I headed into Manhattan on a dreary Monday morning, I started to have misgivings.
Would I become one of those people constantly checking their wrist, desperate to see the source of the latest ping or buzz?
Was I trading up to yet another useless gadget full of sound and fury, yet signifying nothing?
My Shakespeare folks will appreciate that.
We’re already a tethered society.
We can’t seem to put our phones down.
Every ten seconds we’re reading our emails, responding to texts, checking Facebook or engaged in some other inane activity involving a mobile device.
And that’s with a device we can put down.
What happens with that device is inextricably tied to our person?
I can’t help but think of the Borg.
The cybernetic beings from the Delta Quadrant that assimilated their victims, making them part of a collective or hive mind.
You know, the big cube thing from Star Trek, The Next Generation.
Each cyborg (hence “Borg”) was a undifferentiated part of the whole, sharing their thoughts and sensory input with them.
When you were captured by the Borg, they didn’t kill you.
Mechanical components were added to your anatomy, stripping you of your humanity and making you a part of the collective.
I know I’m probably being dramatic, but this thought keeps popping into my head: “Resistance is futile.You will be assimilated.”
I mean, sure, the Apple Watch can collect data on its wearer.
And it can share that data with Apple or the app developer, which then knows information about the wearer, but that’s not so bad. Is it?
Wait a minute…
Am I being assimilated?
Is resistance futile?
Once I put on the watch, is there no turning back?
Only time will tell.
Four days in, and I’m fighting the good fight.
I do not automatically look at my wrist whenever a haptic alert beckons.
I shall not fall prey to your Siren song Apple Watch! Damn you to hell!
But resist as I may, I can already feel the endorphin rush whenever my wrist buzzes.
Each vibration draws me further down the rabbit hole.
And once I glance at her, even for a moment, I’m infatuated.
“Her?” It’s a fucking watch! WTF is the matter with me?!!
I mean really. I’ve only really checked out a few functions.
Like the activity monitor, which I clowned, is actually quite useful.
After plugging in your gender, age, height and weight, you can set daily fitness goals, and the watch will prompt you to stand, or exercise in order to keep you on track.
Yesterday, I hit my fitness goal of burning 720 calories. I actually burned 932 by walking 7.5 miles, exercising for 75 minutes and standing for sixty seconds once every hour for twelve hours.
I’m pretty awesome, says my watch.
Or the Remote app, which lets you control your other iOS devices when you’re on the same wi-fi network.
Last night, I got in four episodes of Game of Thrones on HBO Go on Apple TV, all controlled through my handy dandy Apple Watch.
Or Chat, which lets you read and respond to text messages right from your wrist.
I’ve had numerous chat conversations without typing a single character.
I just speak into my watch, Dick Tracy style, and my words magically appear on the screen.
And I can choose to send my voice memo or the text equivalent.
I can even send emojis to spice things up a bit.
Wait…have I already been assimilated?
Just taking it for a test drive so that I can tell all of you.
Yeah. That’s the ticket!
Anywho, I have not (yet) been assimilated, although I suspect it’s not far off….
Haven’t had enough of my ramblings? Check out my video review of the Apple Watch below!