TECH
The Intergalactic
Space Chronicle
When Your Breakfast Talks Back
By M.B. Alexander
It's funny, the things one gets used to. This morning my breakfast Pep Puffs shouted out a jolting “Good morning your royal amazingness!!” I was struck by a moment of doubt, has my breakfast always talked back to me? Then I strained my brain trying to recount a non-verbal breakfast bowl encounter and could barely remember one.
But there was a time before I consumed Positive Reinforcement Breakfast Treats. If I recall correctly, I bought my first box of these jolly carby yappers five years ago. It was a very delightful dissolvable box, red with yellow waves. The holographic words Pep Puffs in bold orange with a green border danced out of the box’s front. I found it appealing, and so I picked it up. A small hologram greyscale man then popped out of the description panel on the side and told me, “Each bit is infused with a digestible nano-voice box that is programmed to tell you the most wonderful things. And it's sugar-free!”
Maybe you think me foolish to be so needy of a pep talk every morning that I would routinely buy these tasty little coachers. Or maybe you think I’m rather cruel for eating something that was so very nice to me.
But what can I say, I like hearing, “You look gorgeous today, your royal awesomeness”, and “You’re gonna kill it at the newspaper today!” And when I eat those wordy bites I feel like I'm walking around with those messages in my tummy, till I'm not . . . But then, there are the Singing Burritos for lunch, so it balances out.