Big Dave the Bear

Part VII

Big Dave da Bear:

Integration began in the mid-80s when crack dealers start using Pagers to sell drugs. Even the Police Radio was no match for the Pager and payphone. Once the realm of rich doctors, Pagers helped level the economic playing field: drug dealers became as rich as doctors and moved to suburbia for the good schools. If your kids smoke it, the drug dealers will come to your neighborhood and buy a house on your block with your son’s money. If you build it, they will come. So to speak. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

At the same time Cell phone technology was in its infancy. The Car phone and Brick phone also allowed drug dealers, in say Miami, to talk free of wire taps, and order a hit or place an order. Most regular folks couldn’t afford the air time. Pay phones use peaked around this time with the ascendancy of the Pager and the rise of more practical and cheaper Cell Phones.

By 1999 most everybody not on welfare had a C.P. contract with many minutes. This part of integration is well documented in the collective consciousness, so I let you fill in the blanks . . . I’m just saying.

Integration: The first step toward full-on cyborg, man and machine, technology. Cyborg: a 100% human enhanced by non-organic parts. (Think RoboCop or Darth Vader)
So Little Big Dave began to integrate early with his pager and voice mail account which cost $6 a month. He sold weed and pills, so a Pager was essential to his economic hopes. In fact the only time his pager was off was when he was asleep or passed out. He always had money; in fact, he was making more money than his dad at this point.

So where or when did we cross over that invisible line of no turning back from the path that leads to Cyborg? We just don’t know. I believe the culprit is General Motors’ OnStar system. And Bluetooth. And putting computer chips in dogs helped, too. And I’m Right. I’m just saying.

Where was I? Oh yeah the End of the World: the Cyborg Apocalypse. Cyborgs live among us. That sprinter from South Africa has bionic legs. Wounded soldiers come back with bionic arms. One guy has a prosthetic video camera for an eye. Amazing. I start to be scared when people voluntarily have elective surgery to improve this or that body part. Scary, for shishle. Ya know what I’m saying?
I Had a Bad Dream Last Night. Did you?


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