I’ve got a cell phone, a pocket organiser, a beeper, a calculator, a digital
camera, a pocket tape recorder, a music player, and somewhere around here, I
used to have a color television.
Sometime in the next few years, all of those devices are going to meld into one.
It will be a box less than an inch thick and smaller than a deck of cards. (The
size will be determined by what’s convenient to hold, not by the technology
inside.)
The box will have a high-res color screen, a microphone, a plug for a headset or
earphones, a camera lens, wireless connectivity, cell phone and beeper
functions, a television and radio receiver, a digital recorder, and it will have
enough processing power and memory to function as a desktop system. It will be
able to dock with a keyboard and full size monitor. Oh yes, and it will handle
email as well.
Most important of all, it will have both speech recognition and speech
synthesis. It will listen and respond in English or whatever language you need,
and yes it will be a translator too. It will be an agent, going out and doing
cyber errands for you. For instance, I need a Japanese restaurant in Tulsa, near
the Ramada Inn. Book a reservation and arrange transportation.
If there’s no Japanese restaurant, try for Italian. Or voicemail Bob as follows:
‘Bob, we accept your offer, but we’ll need a draft of the deal memo by the 15th.
Let me know if that’s a problem.’
I call this device a Personal Information Telecommunications Agent, or Pita for
short. The acronym also can stand for Pain in the Ass, which it is equally
likely to be, because having all that connectivity is going to destroy what’s
left of everyone’s privacy.