https://www.theverge.com/2022/4/11/23020783/oculus-meta-quest-2-vr-headset-update-v39-studio-mountainside

No. I mean it. It’s not acceptable. You can’t do that. You know that. You know better. Do you remember when we sat down together and wrote out the agreement? “Contract” we called it. You and I agreed on what we each could do and don’t do. And this..? This was a “no”. A “red”. Remember the traffic lights? I know you do. Now you know I don’t agree with punishing but there has to be consequences. You know that. You need time to think. Time out for you. Put the headset on and go and sit on the stairs.

https://www.theverge.com/23017361/ifixit-right-to-repair-parts-google-samsung-valve-microsoft

He didn’t look special. Just normal. You could walk past him in the corridor and never notice, sit next to him in class and not really see him. But he was famous. Everyone knew about him, even if they didn’t know him. Whatever you wanted, he was your man. He’d look at you with those blank eyes, nod and tell you to meet him later. He’d sort you out. Everyone had him on speed dial. You never knew when you might need him. They must have known about him and what he was up to. But The Fixer kept going.

https://www.sciencealert.com/these-people-made-a-functioning-invisibility-shield-all-thanks-to-physics

I worked for a golf shop once. I stood on the street corner holding an arrow pointing towards the shop. Worst thing was I had to wear a birdie costume. The manager thought the joke very funny. It paid the bills. I could listen to my music. People ignored me really. I was invisible. I can’t wear headphones in this job. Something about noise leaking apparently. Still have to stand up all the time. Keep moving so I don’t bump into anyone in the aisle or more correctly they don’t bump into me. Eight hours, taking notes. I am invisible.

https://www.theverge.com/2022/4/6/23012123/openai-clip-dalle-2-ai-text-to-image-generator-testing

We’re loved. Our brand has not suffered a crisis since we handed our image over to Text2Image (). We’ve all watched our brand seamlessly respond to the conversations, always staying one step ahead of the trends, the debates and the traps, while allowing us to get on with our jobs. Now, I can announce we are introducing the next generation system Text2Vision (). Reading even more text, the new system will not only reshape our image for the brand on the fly, it will generate a new Vision for the company as well. I will be retiring with immediate effect.

https://spectrum.ieee.org/looking-through-mojo-visions-newest-ar-contact-lens

Frankly I wouldn’t go on a date anywhere else. It’s a nice part of town, reasonably cheap and there are lots of people around. But mainly it’s when I look into his eyes, I know. I’ve been on other dates, other places. You can almost see the lines being fed. The perfectly pitched joke, the cultural reference pulled from my feeds, the immaculately timed complement chiming with something I’d searched for. I’m sure I can see the script scrolling across their eyes. DataGlaze, I call it. Here, it’s a data Faraday cage. If he’ll meet me here, maybe there’s something.

https://www.theverge.com/2022/4/4/23010608/amazon-worker-social-app-banned-words-union-living-wage

I used to hate meetings with Blur() running. Yeh, I know I swear occasionally when I get excited. I get it. And frankly Blurring some of Simon’s “jokes” did us all a favour. But it was when ideas or issues were Blurred. That’s when it turned. There were ways around it. Even if they didn’t want to hear the idea or the complaint, you could always get it into the meeting somehow. You just had to be… creative. But now we have Blur2(). I watched as I found my idea coming out as the opposite. For forks sake.

https://www.theverge.com/2022/4/1/23005972/google-docs-assisting-writing-active-voice-concise-inclusive-language-inappropriate-words

Yes, nice introduction now. That image I suggested works well for the reader we agreed on, don’t you think? Good narrative flow. Much more pace than last time, I’ve hardly had to change anything this time. Good metaphor here. It should work very well for the message I helped you identify. We’re varying sentence length much more now, which we talked about. There is one thing I think we need to discuss though. We’re still having issues with pronouns aren’t we? Our clarity and impact scores are way up now, but when it comes to purpose… maybe I can suggest…

https://www.ft.com/content/de3de04f-2675-4d17-bcc9-20bec74bf567

He asked for it back. I mean, seriously, he wants it back! What the…? I mean, a mix tape is a sacred thing. Personal. Intimate. I remember when he gave it to me and I played it for the first time. The tracks were… perfect, at the time. Before it all went wrong, obviously. Each one selected and then arranged. He wasn’t bad I suppose. But now he wants them back. Er, no. The mix tape is mine. The songs are mine, as much as the memories are. When he gave it to me, that was it. Ask my lawyer.

https://www.theverge.com/2022/3/30/23001468/google-search-ai-mum-personal-crisis-information

I remember when we started recruiting online. We were laughably amateur. Of course They thought we were being so clever – spotting relevant words and conversations. Getting in there, engaging, talking and… recruiting. But it was so blunt. We had to wait for the right words to come up. By the time they were saying that, we probably knew about them anyway. We needed to get in earlier, spotting the root cause before the symptoms appeared in the conversation: the micro expressions before the smile – or the grimace. Look: “EmotionSeed detected”. And now, I don’t even have to do the talking.

https://www.theverge.com/2022/3/30/23000577/dyson-zone-noise-cancellation-headphones-built-in-air-purifier

They were supposed to be by the front door. He always left them there. It was a reflex to reach for them as he left and to dump them there when he got back. His wife’s were there and the kids’ ones too – cute colours with the latest characters streaming along the arms. But his? He was late. No time to look. He couldn’t take hers, they weren’t set up for him. He’d have to go out without. Damn. His wearable showed his vitals spiking. Damn. He breathed deeply and opened the door. The images and sounds overwhelmed him. Damn.