Christie Hemm racconta la sua esperienza lavorativa a Wired attraverso un robot di telepresenza. Vantaggi, svantaggi e nuovi costumi.
I have been part robot since May. Instead of legs, I move on gyroscopically stabilized wheels. Instead of a face, I have an iPad screen. Instead of eyes, a camera with no peripheral vision. Instead of a mouth, a speaker whose volume I can't even gauge with my own ears. And instead of ears, a tinny microphone that crackles and hisses with every high note.
I'm a remote worker; while most of WIRED is in San Francisco, I live in Boston. We IM. We talk on the phone. We tweet at each other, but I am often left out of crucial face-to-face meetings, spontaneous brainstorm sessions, gossip in the kitchen.
So my boss found a solution: a telepresence robot from Double Robotics, which would be my physical embodiment at headquarters, extending myself through technology. Specifically, an iPad on a stick on a Segway-like base.
Le strade, le ruote, i sentieri, i pedali, le corse, la pista, il sudore, l'agonia, il tifo, l'euforia, il trionfo. Il ciclismo.