“Lisa, wake up” “Good morning, Timothy - it is currently 8:14 am. You have 13 unread…” “Nevermind. Will the package arrive today?” “Estimated delivery time is 10:17 am.”

Timothy walks downstairs to the smell of the coffee Lisa has just finished brewing. He rubs his eyes before lifting his glasses from the charging pad and placing them neatly over his ears. A second later, the rest of his world filters into view and a quick glance through those 13 notifications, now hovering squarely over the cupboard behind the espresso machine, reveals nothing of importance. His motor cortex crackles and a tangle of impulses courses down the nerves in his arm. They pass under his Rearden bracelet