Originally published 31 May 1999
You have reached the office of Harry Hawker. You may leave a message at the beep.
“Hello, Harry? Robert here. I can’t give you the full scoop right now. I’m on my cell phone at a concert. Middle of the second movement of some symphony or other. I’ve got something big for you. The latest thing in personal communications. It’s hot, Harry. Real hot. If you check your machine, give me a call. You know my number. I’ll call you again when I get to the restaurant.”
Chirp…chirp.
“Harry? Oh, it’s you, Ally. Listen, I told you not to call Daddy when he is at the concert. Yeah, I know the babysitter won’t let you watch TV after 10 o’clock. That’s what Mommy and Daddy told her to do. Now hang up the phone. Some people don’t like it when a phone rings at a concert. And besides, I’m waiting for an important call. Yeah, Daddy misses you too. Go to bed.”
You have reached the office of Harry Hawker. You may leave a message at the beep.
“Harry. Robert again. Where are you, guy? The concert sucked. Something dumb by Brahms. Or was it Bach? We’re waiting for a table at Gina’s, the new restaurant downtown. You’d like it, Harry. We’ll do lunch here sometime. Listen, I’d rather not be talking to your machine but the story is this: Our R&D guys have come up with a drop-dead product. We’re looking for a strategic alliance with someone with marketing clout. That’s you, Harry. Give me a buzz when you get in. This is something you don’t want to miss.”
Chirp…chirp
“Harry? Mom! Why are you calling this time of the night? We’re just finishing dessert at a new restaurant downtown. Nice place. Real classy, you know what I mean? Your boy’s made good. So, what’s up? No, I didn’t forget that Sunday is your birthday. Yeah, I know. We’ll be there for dinner. Listen, Mom, I gotta hang up, I’m expecting an important business call. Yeah, see ya Sunday. Yeah, Mom, love you too.”
You have reached the office of Harry Hawker. You may leave a message at the beep.
“Harry. Robert. I’m hittin’ the sack. Don’t ring now, I need the shut eye. I’ll call you in the morning.”
Good morning. HighTech Marketing. Mr. Hawker’s office.
“Hi, Karen. Robert here. Is Harry in? On the phone? OK, have him give me a call when he’s free. Use my cell-phone number. I’m on the expressway.”
Chirp…chirp
“Harry, at last! Hey, thanks for calling, buddy. I’m on my way to town. It’d be great to do lunch. I’ve found a new place. No? OK, listen. Our R&D guys have come up with a voice-activated cell phone no bigger than a pea. Microphone and speaker fabricated right on the silicon chip with the electronics. New kind of microantenna. Nanotechnology, they call it. You wear this thing like a hearing aid. All the time. You can sleep in it, Harry. Think about it. Sleep in it! You dial by voice. Hang up by voice command. The whole thing the size of a pea.
“What’s that? No one wants to wear a hearing aid? That’s where you come in, Harry. None of this flesh-colored hearing-aid stuff. We’ll make these things as fashion accessories. Raspberry. Cherry. Tangerine. You’re the marketing wiz. Macho metallics for the guys. Sexy pinks and reds for the gals. Make a statement. Show the world. This is cutting-edge communications, Harry. The ultimate status symbol.
“Safety? Yeah, Harry, I know, I know. I’ve seen reports of the new study by the Wireless Technology Research group. A possible correlation between cell-phone use and cancer. That’s all provisional, Harry, if it’s real at all. Besides, it’s only one study. There’s lots of other research that found no correlation.
“The Australians? Yeah, I’ve heard of that one too. Mice exposed to pulsed digital radiation. Mice, Harry, mice! Mice get cancer all the time. There’s been no official action by the FDA. Harry, it’s not like we’re putting a radio transmitter in your head. It’s in the outer ear. Not the same thing at all.
“But now that I think about it, Harry, maybe we can put this thing in the head. It’s small enough. A cell-phone implant. Under the skin like a pacemaker. I like it, I like it. I’ll get my guys onto it.
“Think about it, Harry. There’s upwards of a 200 million cell-phones in use in the world. Think of the market! If we get only a piece of it, we will have the hottest product since sliced bread. A cell phone in every ear. Twenty-four hour chat. Never out of touch.
“Harry, listen, I’m on the downtown off-ramp. I could be at your office in…Jeez, a guy just cut me off. Some people drive like maniacs. Harry, let’s get cell phones out of hands and put ’em in the ear where they belong. Total, ubiquitous, hands-free satellite connectivity. It’s a winner…Beep…Harry, listen, can I put you on hold for a sec? I’ve got a call on the other line.”