Log In

I sat in the media couch with a lazy sigh, spoke out loud, with my recently raspy voice:
- Log In
A short smooth beep alerted me. Ready for Log in. I thought of the color Deep Red while singing my password to the melody of Nintendo's Mario Brothers. All in my mind, mind you.

The machine understood.

A pleasant welcoming tone greeted me to my hub.

I wanted to catch up with my email. I imagined the Email image supplied to me when i originally registered. The Wii III's scanner was quite accurate as I heard an ethereal tone welcome me to my inbox.

I enjoyed listening to my emails spoken through the voice of Marilyn Monroe while thought-watching the latest news with olfactory sens on. Cracked open a beer.

It's nice treating your senses as separate information channels. If properly meditative, multitasking is achieved at great payoff in terms of time and experience.

I turned on the 360 Dome Projector. The chair automatically adjusted to my point of view and i thought of a blue play arrow to start the show.

Passed out, or so i found out later from the chair's life-system monitoring cell.