Ready-Made To Wearable

I'm not an expert in wearable computing.  Therefore, I depend on my scientists to tell me if the fashion design industry has created anything useful for me to use.

A few days ago, I received an item of interest, sent directly to my brain implant.

For the past 48 hours, I've communicated with the E-Brain to verify the veracity of the information literally in my head.

How is it possible for your clothing to become a computational analysis machine without a stitch of metal involved?

Very interesting, indeed.

At least now I know the old saying, "You're sitting on your brain," is more ironic than ever.

Is it time to upgrade my wardrobe?  Should I invest more heavily in the fiber arts?  Is the analog age of the quick-change disguise kit gone?  Would a new facelift with built-in actuators (the modern-day version of memory wire) and the chameleon pigmentation synthetic skin allow one to pass for any member of our species, race, nationality and gender no longer a restraint on one's movements?

While you think about that, I've got to find a bigger frying pan.  Time for breakfast and I'm mighty hongry, this ol' cattle rancher dusty and sore from patching all the broken barbed wire where them holes in the perimeters are causing too many leaks.  Why bother consulting the E-Brain?  The whole world is full of people who talk too much - the longer they talk, the more material I have for my next blog entry.

Are innovation and secrecy mutually exclusive?