One of the problems of writing speculative fiction, I suppose, is that reality has a way of getting weirder than the stuff you make up. So I’m going on about how amazing telepathy would be and how it would work ……. and then ….
1. My son sends me this link to check out google glass …. a technology he describes as both fascinating and frightening. No question he has a point. In the end, why bother with the glasses? He may be squeamish about having an implant in his head someday, but I bet that the generation that comes after him by and large won’t be. More entertainment and information faster, brighter and better? I think we’ve already proved as a species how we respond to that.
2. My news feed (yes I embrace all this better brighter information too, although I think in the end I do refuse the implant) just threw up a story in Science about lab rats who have successfully had their brains wired together. What one rats learns can be transmitted by direct wire to the other. Turns out that the other rat listens better if he gets a treat for doing so (big surprise) but basically they can communicate pretty well with what the researchers call a BTBI (brain to brain interface).
Not a big step to set these rats up with little wireless transmitters, is it? Then they can walk around talking to each other like all those obnoxious people in the grocery store checking in with their wives to see if they should get 1% or 2% milk. Only there are no vocal chords involved. One rat learns something and sends it straight to the others brain It’s like …. it’s like …. yes folks, we have telepathy. If we’re lucky, it can use the same implant that’s giving us that wonderful feed from Google.
At least the dairy aisle in the grocery store will be a little quieter. It could be an improvement over cell phones.