Innovation's purpose

I woke up to a harsh, almost blinding light coming in through the window and pulled the covers over my head. Just a few more minutes, then I will get up, I told myself. Laying there, head under the blanket, I eventually guilted myself into leaving bed. Using the full force of my willpower, I pushed myself out of bed and started to get ready for the day.

I woke up to my lights slowly getting brighter and brighter. Was it morning already? "House, lights down," I mumbled, still half in a daze. The lights dimmed to a more manageable level. Should I get up now? No, just a few more minutes. "House, alarm, five minutes, sound: fireflies synth," I commanded. I'll get up when the alarm goes off, I thought to myself as I drifted to sleep.

Now fully dressed, I walked out of my room, down a hallway, and into the kitchen. Peering into the refrigerator, I saw a meager supply, some eggs, some bread, stuff of that sort. I would have to go shopping later that day. Pulling out the eggs I started to crack them into a pan.

Loud music blared over the speakers, music that wasn't particularly bad, but I had grown to despise. Hearing it on the streets as a ringtone instantly changed my mood for the worse. Fifteen minutes was enough, I thought. I physically rolled out of bed, landing with a soft thud on the carpeted floor. Now I will have to motivate myself to move. "House, bring casual outfit thirty two," I said. That was my favorite outfit. While the house was bringing me my clothes I walked up to my computer, quickly ordering some eggs.

After finishing my eggs I stepped out the front and got into my car. Looking at my one story house I saw a nice, modern style, with a peaked roof and plenty of triangles above the windows and the front door. It was painted a nice, beige color. Smiling at myself for the recent remodel I turned the key and started driving to Wall Street. The NYSE would be filled with excitement, as Microsoft recently announced their brand new 'Windows 98.'

Soon after getting dressed someone knocked on my door, likely a salesman. Nonetheless I decided to answer anyways. Pulling on my VR glasses I opened the hologram app and appeared on the porch.

"Why are you here?" I asked firmly.

"I want to see if you are interested in remodeling your home. All that geometry must be messing up the space inside. I could get it to be a modern, square like, style if you wish. It looks like it was made in the 90's," the salesman said, a likely very practiced line.

"Go away," I responded tiredly as I flipped up my VR goggles, making it appear as if my hologram fizzled out of existence. Well, time to start working. I walked up to my computer and checked how my trade bot did overnight.

Walking into the massive main floor of the NYSE I looked around and took it all in. Time to start working. I thought that Microsoft would go down after '98 was released, so I sought out shorting Microsoft stock. Maybe I should try to invest in the video game market.

Decent profit today. I don't know how my bot does it (it trained itself), but somehow it always turns a profit. I think being so close to the NYSE really helps my bot keep up. Maybe I should manually trade today. Might be fun. Recently someone had hacked into a large investment firm and found that it had sold Bethesda (a game development company) short and would be paying tomorrow. Wanting as much chaos as possible people decided to drive up the prices. Something like this had happened every few months after the 2021 GameStop situation, where wallstreetbets made GameStop spike massively and then drop. Maybe I can make a profit off the meme.

I drove home, happy to spend time with my family. Hopefully windows 98 would fail, but it didn't really matter, I had other, less risky, investments.

I browsed the internet, seeking imaginary popularity points. I knew that if my bot messed up I wouldn't have access to this anymore, I might as well make the most of it while I can. I got into an argument with a stranger on the internet over the intricacies of speech. How can he not see that I am right? It degraded into an insult competition between two people who don't know each other. I left feeling empty inside. Might as well enjoy some more passive entertainment, I thought as I pulled up YouTube and watched gaming videos. Having consented to sending all of my personal information to google I got videos perfectly made for me to watch.

I played some sports with my family, then we settled in to have a family dinner, a banquet of juicy ham and gloriously roasted potatoes.

I played an intense shooting game, and while yelling at my teammates. I then settled in for a quick meal consisting of sugar bricks and Cosmic Crunch Apples*.

*Not made with real apples. It is an artificially created apple substitute, which contains dihydrogen monoxide, a chemical known to the state of California to cause cancer.

After a long day of work I settled into bed, getting ready to rest my eyes.

After a short day of work I settled into bed, dreading having to wake up the next day.

I drifted to sleep.

I sat awake.

I woke up and quickly got ready for the next day.

I never fell asleep, but nonetheless got up.

"You have had an irregular sleeping schedule over the past few months, please consult your doctor about this problem," House said.

"House, connect me to my doctor."

"One moment sir," House responded, then paused. "The doctor has sent the message that this is serious to the point where it should handled in person."

I have no plans of doing that, I thought.