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Živa. Your booking and <strong>online</strong> briefing is<br />
already complete, so you can go on up. Today’s<br />
setup is going to take place on the eighth floor.<br />
You're a few minutes early for your<br />
appointment, but we’re available to take you<br />
now.”<br />
“Thank you,” I said, shrugging the coat<br />
awkwardly into her arms. She smiled warmly,<br />
hung the coat on a nearby stand, and gestured<br />
for me to follow her.The software installation<br />
into my augmented reality implant, the section<br />
I thought would be the major part of the setup,<br />
took less than thirty seconds; a small external<br />
drive was placed on the implant behind my ear,<br />
a tiny magnet in each gadget holding the drive<br />
in place through my skin.<br />
Most everyone was required to have an<br />
augmented reality implant installed as soon as<br />
they entered the workforce. Of course it’s not<br />
compulsory, but a great deal of companies<br />
wouldn’t even consider the application of a<br />
prospective employee without one. They were<br />
wired directly into your brain, and could<br />
manipulate your senses so as to receive images,<br />
sounds, and anything else, that weren’t really<br />
there. Cities and buildings used them to make<br />
the place look artificially more lush and<br />
beautiful, businesses used them for advertising<br />
all the time, but more importantly the implants<br />
were for work; they could be used to provide<br />
active job training and instruction, attend faceto-face<br />
industry meetings from anywhere in the<br />
world, and personally deal with clients rather<br />
than through voice calls and emails. They were<br />
incredibly useful during study, where university<br />
professors would often use AR examples in<br />
their lectures or assign AR complements to the<br />
course. My four-year psychology degree might<br />
have been impossible had I not been gifted the<br />
implant by my parents right out of high school,<br />
and no investigational division – certainly not<br />
the international sector I’d been working for<br />
ever since – would have employed me. They also<br />
meant you could be contacted at any time and<br />
from anywhere, and that you had access to a<br />
whole range of non-work related AR<br />
programmes – like the one about to be installed<br />
on mine – that anyone without the implant<br />
would never be able to imagine. Everyone used<br />
one.<br />
A little “ding” indicated that the programme<br />
was fully installed. My host ran a quick check;<br />
she held up an empty vase, which to me<br />
appeared to be brimming with flowers. I listed<br />
off the colours as she twisted it through all<br />
angles. I could even smell them.<br />
Once the host was satisfied, the remaining<br />
hour of the pre-engagement setup was the<br />
torturous makeover I’d been losing sleep over.<br />
I’d had the choice, but of course I had to choose<br />
it. I couldn't go into that empty room wearing<br />
my own clothes, my own face. They’d laugh me<br />
back home, and rightly so. I knew I’d come here<br />
with a job to do – does it really matter how I look?<br />
But, of course it still mattered.<br />
Outside of this place, my confidence and<br />
assertiveness were hallmarks of my capability. I<br />
rarely had to second guess. But being engulfed<br />
in this assignment’s hazy romantic contrivance,<br />
unable to escape the tired memories of a truly