Roman Sturgis Take care of each other and make good decisions.

January 14, 2010

A dentist appointment; An early Christmas gift; A small lie; An experiment in serving Texas Tea.

Filed under: Between Worlds — Roman @ 8:30 pm

Craig Senior had an appointment to get his Blue Tooth re-drilled. He took his son with him to their family practitioner, Dr. Altman, who installed a new Blue Tooth in Craig Senior’s lower left molar. It was quick and not very messy. When it was all over, Dr. Altman gave Craig Senior a pill for pain. Then the new device was tested by making a call to his wife. As the line was ringing he traded seats with his son, who was reading a magazine article about lacrosse gear on a thin video tablet.

Craig climbed up into the chair and Dr. Altman used his machines to peer into his eyes. “How are they doing?” he asked. Four years previous Dr. Altman had performed Lasik on Craig who hadn’t wanted to wear contacts while playing sports.

“I see fine,” Craig said.

Craig Senior said, “Your mother wants to know what to make for lunch.”

Craig shook his head. “Anything is okay with me.”

“We don’t have a preference,” Craig Senior relayed to his wife. When she replied, a tiny diaphragm in the base of the Blue Tooth sent sound vibrations up Craig Senior’s mandible to his ear drum, so that he heard the conversation directly in his head. “It’s fine, but a little sore,” he replied to her question about the procedure.

“Is the signal clear?” Dr. Altman asked when Craig Senior said goodbye to his wife.

Very pleased, Craig Senior said, “Definitely better sound quality. Easier on my tinnitus, too.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Dr. Altman said, and then scooted his roller stool closer to Craig Junior. “So what can I do for your son?”

“Did the order come in?” Craig Senior asked.

“It did. Are we putting them in now? A little early Christmas present?” Dr. Altman winked at Craig Junior in the big seat.

“I think so,” Craig Senior said, settling into a comfortable legs crossed position. He didn’t wear socks with his soft-soled loafers, and he played with the one on his crossed leg, flicking the shoe on and off his heel from time to time.

Dr. Altman stood and went to a small sink and washed his hands. “Would you like a numbing drop with this?” he asked Craig. A clear plastic vial about the size of a film canister sat next to Dr. Altman’s digital chartboard on a blue counter top whose nanobiotic surface continually sanitized itself at a microscopic level. Inside the vial were two contact lenses floating inside a double-basket mechanism that kept them from getting scratched. Dr. Altman twisted the cap open and removed the basket core. He opened one basket and took the first lens on the tip of his finger.
It had been a couple of years since Craig had worn contacts, but he declined. “I don’t need it, Doc. You can just put them in.”

Dr. Altman told him to lean back. Holding open Craig’s right eyelid with a cold thumb and forefinger, Dr. Altman gently placed the contact lens on Craig’s eye. Craig blinked and it settled into place. The other one went in just as easily.

“How do they feel?” Dr. Altman asked.

Craig blinked a couple more times and then looked at the chart across the room. “No difference. How do I turn them on?”

Dr. Altman sat in his stool and said, “Just give them a second, son. They’re self activated by the enzymes in your tears.” Then to Craig Senior he said, “This younger generation, I tell you, they just want it all right at once!”

Craig ignored the joke at his expense and leaned back. Faintly, he felt the subtle tickle of his own Blue Tooth communicating with the new device. The oversized touchscreen on his wristwatch flashed and suddenly he heard a soft chime in his head and his vision was temporarily overlapped with the borders of a minimalist desktop, which slid away when he didn’t look directly at it. A series of simple illustrations appeared accompanied by the voice of a tutorial explaining how his eye movement was tracked by the lens and used for navigation purposes, like the track ball of a mouse. “To select, simply concentrate on the word ‘select’ and Invisilens mindlink technology will understand, using pulse, respiration, and brain wave feedback. For more information on Invisilens and other great products, please visit us on the web at” A transparent Internet window flashed in front of him and then quickly shrank to the corner of his vision in the shape of a sticky note and then disappeared, to be recalled when needed. All of this, of course, happened within the total privacy of Craig Junior’s own senses.

“How are they?” Craig Senior asked.

“Very cool,” Craig said as he attempted to use the photo/video function to take a picture of his father’s fleshy red face, serious and satisfied. “This is REALLY going to help me at school.”

Craig Senior picked up where he’d left of with Dr. Altman: “As I was saying, every advantage we can give him.”

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