You can have your bigger screens and better battery life -- Apple is too busy taking future iPhones to the skies
Last week, I was feverishly working on a post exploring the relation
between success as a software engineer and mammary size, inspired by Barbie’s recent message to today's youth. It appears I’ve missed my window, though it generated fabulous links.
The delay was unavoidable; long story short, my home office furniture
and my new, dangerously obese 25-pound tuxedo cat arrived at the same
time. Adopted from a French guy, I originally planned to call him Wine
Sucking Surrender Gremlin, but that’s too many syllables after my
nightly bucket o' scotch -- instead, meet Maginot.
What does that leave us? Merely a shining distress beacon blinking
alarmingly from the U.S. Patent Office. It seems the garden gnomes at
the USPOhmyGod have granted Apple a patent on a future iPhone
that’ll be a Cupertino crossbreed of the Turing test and a flying
squirrel. Apple believes it can eventually build a smartphone that's not
only overrated, but can also glide itself to safety in case -- for
example -- a besotted snarkmeister drops it while bar-dialing his ex.
Permission to land
Apple engineers believe the same motor that allows the iCurse to vibrate
can be used to reorient the phone while it’s falling, so it’ll land the
right way up and preserve whatever HD touchscreen will be in vogue in
the year 2072. Alternatively, it might automatically eject its fragile
battery and fall in a self-preserving orientation. They also think they
can get the iDunce to sprout “air foils” when it decides it’s in
freefall, gliding it to someplace safe and soft like a shag carpet or a
baby’s face.
Even better, Apple might opt to allow the phone to clamp down on its
headphone port, so it could use the wire as a climbing rope to haul
itself to safety. I want to see that. Bezos’ 30-minute-or-less drone delivery system seems downright antique by comparison.
I asked Maginot what he thought of these developments, then hit myself
in the groin because I was talking to a cat. I refuse to become that
guy. When I stopped crying, I laboriously turned on optimistic,
open-minded mode and realized that weirder things have happened. NetWare
lost a marketing war to Microsoft with 63 percent market share. Eddie Snowden proved it’s 1984, but the home of the free doesn’t care. Travis Kalanick got a Christmas card ... from the BTK killer, but still. Why not a flying, mountain-climbing iPhone?
Better living through technology
Imagine the possibilities. Combine the technology with biologically safe
nanobots and you could brew coffee that automatically spills in the
direction of your paper towels … or your ex's lap. Lug nuts could roll toward you when you’re changing a tire in a sleet storm instead of always, always under the car. Don’t get me started on the “personal massager” business.
Apple, I love this. Sure, it’s crazier than when Larry Ellison
tried to have himself surgically attached to a Clydesdale, so he could
become a minotaur, but it’s gutsy in a raucously demented way. If anyone
has a right to be technologically arrogant, it’s the company that
brought us Copland, the Apple Mouse, and the Newton. Avoid hiring Barbie fans as R&D engineers and you’ll deliver us flying monkey phones in a few short decades. Occupo rabidus.
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