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sites, blogs, registered biases or proclivities that were legally required or
that demanded a degree of discretion, and any allergies or medical
conditions of which I should be aware, all within one microsecond.
Acquiring that much richer data set would place me at a definite advantage
when it came to office schmoozing, or even measuring up a client. The first
one with any advanced e-suit features always got a leg up on the
competition.

YOU HAVE GAINED TWO POUNDS OVER YOUR IDEAL WEIGHT,
my shoes announced as I slipped them on. I already suspected that from
the way my underwear had tightened my waistband and how my SmartShirt
had loosened the fit around my stomach.

WATCH YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE, my tie warned me as it clicked
into place against my neck and synchronized with the shirt, suit, underwear,
and shoes.

Thankfully, my suit had nothing to say as I slipped on the jacket. I
suppose it was just happy to be worn.

DONтАЩT FORGET THE MILK, the fridge reminded me on the way out.
WATCH THOSE CALORIES, the kitchen reminded me. HAVE A NICE
DAY, said the door.

****

The morning went quite smoothly as my suit and I swam through the
tsunami of junk calls, messages from assorted clients and vendors,
competing text, cell, and phone calls, and requests from all the office
machines, all anxious to perform some task for me. None of them gave rise
to the appearance of the bug.
 At the same time I was trying to keep up with the officeтАЩs suit-to-suit
banter, news, and the continuing arguments about football, baseball,
soccer, and damn near every other sport I never watched. From the
reactions of others my suit was probably missing half of what was being
transmitted. Bugs. Sometimes I was grateful for them.

By the time my lunch break arrived I was fed up with the cascade of
missed jokes, partial gossip, and tiny, tantalizing snippets of someoneтАЩs
previous nightтАЩs adventures. I think there was a futile attempt to organize
another disastrous office kickball league, but it might have been another
sports discussion. Hard to tell when you canтАЩt monitor the entire string.
Although I love my job, lunch gave me an opportunity to get away from the
confusing din.

****

DallasтАЩs downtown was teeming with the hustle and bustle of the
workaday crowds and the buzz of a million advertisements shouting on
every channel of my suit as I strolled along. Despite the commercial and