The Square Peg – Smart House
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S. Bradley Stoner
So, I was talking to
this young Millenial the other day. Nice young man who seemed on top of
his game. He told me that he and his wife had bought a Smart House.
‘Hmmm,’ I thought to myself, and asked, “Can it do calculus?
I have a few problems I’d like worked out.”
For a second he gave me a blank stare, and then said in all
seriousness, “I don’t know. I’ll have to check the manual. But, I can control
everything in the house from my smart phone,” he added proudly.
First up, he taps the app that has a little camera on it. No
need for language when you can reference a picture, right? It’s universal.
Meanwhile I’m thinking, ‘I wonder if this is how hieroglyphs and picture
writing evolved. Maybe they started out with a real written language and just got smarter over time. Hmmm.’
“Are you watching?!” he demanded, noticing that my attention
had wandered.
“Oh, sorry… by all means, proceed.”
A series of small panes shows up on the screen. He explains
that he has security cameras in every
room and all around the house. Nothing is going to get by him. He can access it
no matter where he is as long as he has access to WiFi… or doesn’t mind paying
a little extra for phone access if he’s out of the country. He pans through
every room and outside for my benefit while going on and on about the virtues
of the system. Meanwhile I’m hearing ‘blah, blah, blah, and thinking, ‘Wow,
hacking these would be a thief or peeping Tom’s nirvana if they had a case the place from anywhere app.’ Of
course, I didn’t say that because I don’t even know if the case the place app
even exists. If it doesn’t, I’m sure someone will invent it and put it on the
Dark Web.
He pokes me and says, “Moving on… check this out.” He taps
another app and a diagram of his house shows up and he says, prefacing with the
name of his hub “magic time.” All the lights in his house come on. Then he
babbles on about how each one has a smart
plug controlled by WiFi, so he can actually control them individually.
Meanwhile I’m wonderimg if the sudden flood of light in the nursery woke up the
baby. As if anticipating my thoughts, he says, “Nursery,” and I can see on the
screen the light is a soft blue glow. “Smart bulb,” he says. “I programmed it
so it won’t disturb the baby.”
He goes on to demonstrate that he can individually turn on
the TV, the coffee maker, the microwave, and even the slow cooker.
I get hung up on the last two. “Um, does it also put stuff
in the microwave and slow cooker?”
Oh no, you have to do that yourself.
“Next, watch this,” he says almost orgasmically, tapping the
app that looks like a front door. “pook-e-doo!” The front door automatically
unlocks.
“Pook-e-doo?” I ask.
“Oh, you make up your own codes to control the various smart
devices. It’s really cool.”
“But, ‘pook-e-doo?’” I repeat incredulously.
“Whose going to figure that one out?” he asks rhetorically. “Besides,
I don’t need to use it when I get home. I just hold up my smart phone to the
lock and it opens automatically.” He taps another app and it shows a heart
rate, blood pressure, temperature and location.
“Hey, that’s the nursery,” I said.
"Yep,” he grins and swithches to the nursery camera focusing
on the crib. There lies a sweet little baby wearing…AN ANKLE BRACELET?!
“Are you kidding me?!”
“Nope,” he smiles. I can monitor the baby from anywhere and
know if he is doing okay. It also shows me where he is at all times so I don’t
have to worry about him. If he leaves the perimeter of the house, I can track
him.”
“Why would he leave the house?”
“Well, what if he got kidnapped or something,” he demanded.
Okay, he had a point there, but I couldn’t help wondering,
what if the baby was a reincarnated white collar criminal under house arrest?
Imaging waking up, seeing that thing around your ankle and thinking, ‘OMG… it’s
for life!’ Yeah, I know, I’m a little warped, but that’s how my mind works.
Fast forward three years. NEWS FLASH: Toddler hacks smart house system, powers down everything, effectively
leaving parents blind and locked out. He made his escape through an open window
and was last seen wearing a George Orwell t-shirt running down the street
toward Grandma’s dumb house.
