A disjointed and slightly unreliable look at the world around me.

On the twenty sev­enth day of two-thousand years ten in the coun­try of Kali­for­nia there will be a shift­ing of the inter­ac­tion between human and their cho­sen tools.  Bear­ers will carry “slates” mea­sur­ing 17 and 3/4 or 25 and 1/2 cen­time­ters on the long edge, less by 1.618 on the short.  These slates will be of the alu­minum tree with nary a hole or stone to mar it’s sur­face. Atop each slate will be pool of black water sim­i­lar too but more advanced then the liq­uid crys­tal walls that adorn so many huts.  A tap of fin­gers in the pool will cause the slate to come alive with images and col­ors, but bear­ers shall need cones over their ears or on their walls in prox­im­ity to the slate to hear noise.  These cones will use the blue tooth.  Also; struc­tured key­board stones and dead mice can also use the blue tooth to con­trol the slate.  Finally; the soul of the slate will be born of the eye fon and be as it’s equal in a larger space, but yet the soul will have facets that are unique to the slate and not the eye fon.  The soul will in effect be com­pletely unique from but fully com­pat­i­ble with the eye fon and any tame Snow Leop­ard in the vicin­ity.  The slate will also be able to speak to the clouds in third gen­er­a­tion and fourth gen­er­a­tion lan­guages as well as wifee  The slate will derive nour­ish­ment from a thin cra­dle con­nected to the hut wall but there will be no vis­i­ble con­nec­tion between the cra­dle and the slate save phys­i­cal contact.