See me
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| I
can still remember our first telephone number at home. Apparently, this
chain of digits is irreversibly engraved into my brain, although the
memory trace has lost its significance several decades ago. Many more
useless informations are littering our neuronal circuits; and 2
weeks ago, another well preserved memory has bitten the dust: We got new numbers at work. |
| And new telephones too. |
| There
is not the slightest similarity between the new and the old numbers.
Also the telephone looks completely different. Most remarkably, it
contains a screen measuring 10 x 7.5 cm. And it had a little camera.
During the first morning with this new instrument, I received excited
calls from my closer relatives. I was contacted by my sister, by my
brother, by my father - although they hadn't called the old number for
weeks. |
| And
I received a call from our secretary. She followed instructions of our
boss to call everyone. Just to check if the new phone was working well.
I saw her face appearing on the screen, trying to loom across my desk
and asking me to open the camera. Just to check out, if it was working
all right. I opened my camera. It was working all right. |
| "Cisco"
is written on my new phone. The people who have mounted it here on my
desk 2 weeks ago left a letter signed "it systems &
communications". They asked me, if I would like to keep the camera. I
found out that it was very easy to remove. I just had to pull a
little bit, and there it was in my hand: disconnected and blind. |
| The only problem left now is to memorize this new number... |
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