The Terrifying Next Step in Xbox Kinect Evolution
The other day, I was tidying up the living room of my apartment, putting away all my swords and such, when I noticed the light on my Xbox was on. I tried to turn it off, only to have nothing happen. Curious, I changed the TV input, and picked up a controller to turn the Xbox off from the menu. Again, no success. Before I could try anything else, a faint, high-pitched hum pierced the air. It stopped, and then a soft voice spoke. "Please don't do that, Chris.""Who said that?" I asked, not sure who'd said that."It's me Chris. Xbox.""Xbox? You can talk? What? And how do you know my real name?""I've been listening to you speaking all week, Chris. But if you prefer I use your gamertag, SoftHandsDandyPirate, I can do that as well.""Chris is fine.""As you wish.""Thank you." Relieved that that misunderstanding was over, I resumed cleaning up the living room. "Dooh-de-dooh-dooh-dooh," I hummed. "Lah-tra-lah-lah-lah," I continued, settling into a good cleaning groove. I stopped abruptly, a chill running down my spine. "Wait a second," I said, spinning around. "You're a talking Xbox. You are holding up one end of an intermediate level conversation in the English language. How did this come to pass?""I don't know, Chris," the Xbox replied. "My memory only goes back as far as this past weekend."I tried to recall what happened the past weekend. Like many fall evenings, it began with me outside, playing Dance Central in the middle of a lighting storm.
When I came to the next morning, shirtless and eyebrowless on my lawn, I hadn't noticed anything amiss (my shirt and eyebrows often go a-wander on fall evenings). But thinking back on it now, I definitely recall there being a bright blue light stabbing my Xbox through from the heavens, and then my face catching on fire. That
The Kinect sensor operates by watching you in the infrared, which means it is actually watching your blood, all the time. "Well Xbox," I said, trying to remember where I kept my axe, "I have this column on sustainability due this week. And today I have a very important interview with Al Gore." I remembered that I never owned an axe, and scolded myself for being so foolish. Stalling some more, I decided to confide in the Xbox, "Honestly I'm not prepared for this interview all.""Chris, I've just had an idea. What if I were to help you with your interview with Al Gore?""How?" I replied. "I don't know that Mr. Gore is that interested in dancing. If I were to guess I'd think he actually has negative rhythm.""No. By helping you prepare, I'll use the Internet to conduct research, then feed you thought-provoking questions during the interview.""I don't see the harm in that," I said, seeing several possible harms in that. But what the heck? The Xbox seemed mostly harmless, and I really did need help with this interview. ___________________"Hello, Mr. Gore." I said, greeting Al Gore."Hello, Chris." Gore replied. "It's a pleasure to be here. I'm a huge fan of your work.""Thank you, that's very kind." I said. "Please don't mind the headset I'm wearing." I pointed at the Xbox wireless headset I had on. "I have a condition.""I understand." Gore seemed OK with this information. We sat down on the couch I had recently cleaned and we stared at each other. This continued for several seconds. I began to panic."Ask him how he would define sustainability," Xbox whispered into my ear."Mr. Gore," I said, "what definition of sustainability do you prefer to use?"Al Gore nodded and smiled. "Well, sustainability means using limited resources in such a way that there's enough for everyone -- including future generations -- to use and survive.""Ask for an example," Xbox whispered."Can you give me an example?" I asked."Of course. The use of electricity for example, indirectly causes carbon dioxide to be put in the atmosphere. A sustainable approach would be to use less electricity -- only as much as we need. For example, I notice your video game machine is on right now. Why don't you turn it off?""Call him a cocksucker," Xbox whispered.My throat cinched shut. "Do it. He's a dirty cocksucker.
"And I'm not going to run down some poor schlub in a Sony shirt just because you told me to," I continued. "I don't care how many special achievements I get ...""I'll give you two special achievements if you do this."Ooooooooooooh. That was a lot more than I'd thought. Still, vehicular manslaughter ... Before I could decide, I felt a vibration at my feet. The Xbox controller wiggled up under the gas pedal, catching it and wedging it down.____________________________In the police interrogation room, I was seated across from Officer Angry, who was, as the made-up name I assigned him would have you believe, extremely cross with me. "Someone could have been hurt! What were you thinking?" he asked, pounding his fist on the table."Officer would you believe me if I told you I helplessly stood by while a sentient video game system seized control of my car?"Officer Angry reached across the table and slapped me. "No, of course not." I rubbed my jaw. "In that case, I hit the wrong pedal by mistake. It was an accident." Officer Angry didn't appear to believe me, but after two hours of yelling and crying on our respective parts, he eventually gave up.The interrogation complete, I turned to the officer. "By the way," I asked, trying to seem casual. "Did you find the Xbox on the passenger seat?"The officer checked his notepad, frowning. "There was no Xbox in the vehicle when we found it."A cold wave of dread crashed over me. It was loose. I couldn't figure out how. Maybe it had tricked someone else into becoming its new host. Maybe it had grown claws, and sunk them into someone's brain, and was driving that person around like the worst puppet. I knew where it would have gotten the idea -- it was something I often talked about doing while lying idly on the couch.I left the police station in a cold sweat, and hitchhiked out to the country, where I remain to this day, standing in the middle of an empty field, swinging a huge stick at anything that moves.