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December 1994 |
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Picture if you will. An actor. A performer. A Renaissance Man. One day he is transported, through no choice of his own, beyond space and time and finds himself a secretary in - THE TECHNOLOGY ZONE.
My name is Jimi. I'll call myself Jum to protect the innocent. It's funny, you see. I am an abled man. That is, I'm not dis-abled. Not officially anyway. The phone rings and Jum answers, "Maryland..." Jum searches the desk for something with letterhead to remind him of where he works. Pulls out an envelope from the drawer and reading the return address continues, "...Technology Assistance Program". Jum listens intently and pulls out his handy contact sheet to jot down vital information. "A Canon Communicator, right. With a voice activator?" His eyes rove about the demonstration center looking for the Communicator until the reality hits Jum that he wouldn't know a Cannon Communicator if it spoke to him. "I'm sorry you're going to have to speak with Jim Corey (who's name will remain the same) our Information Specialist. He knows all." The information world is expanding and contracting simultaneously and Jim Corey has tracked it all and had it filed. Suddenly I'm aware of all this incredible mass of information that's available to my fingertips. Screen Readers. Braille Makers. Language Masters. Nomads. I feel like I'm in a Modern-Techno Dungeons & Dragons. "If only I could aspire to Language Master, my quest would be complete." An associate of mine rolls in. He is a quad. I didn't know you could call quads "quads" without offending, until I was sitting with a bunch of quads calling quads "quads". Suddenly I feel like a Quaker at a Hoe Down. There is a whole different world out there and I knew nothing about it. Another associate "taps" and bumps his way into my office. "Lunch?" We decide it is truly an inspired declaration and jaunt off through the hallway.
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