What it's like to be a human lab rat
What is it like to be a human lab rat? Let’s say, for the sake of
illustration, it’s the future. Privacy is an antiquated concept, an
artifact of an age in which secrets were possible. In this future world,
your selfhood is quantified. Every nanosecond of your day-to-day life
is automatically recorded, tracked, measured: your heartbeats per
minute, the cornflakes you ate for breakfast, the number of times you’ve
cheated on your wife, the 2.33 minutes you spent gazing distractedly
out the window of your corner office at the rapidly-changing skyline,
the weight of this morning’s post-latte bowel movement, those dreams you
have but do not recall upon waking. The great data archive of your life
is created at the very moment you move through it. Without questioning
or thinking, you understand on a deep, visceral level that within the
brave new hive mind, "the unrecorded life is not worth living."
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What It's Like to Be a Human Lab Rat"]
