I Let The Apple Watch Run My Life For 48 Hours
It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Brooklyn and I am screaming at my own wrist. I’m late and walking with purpose down Flatbush Avenue and yelling at my watch, in a halting, robotic voice, “I’M — AT — FIFTH — AND — FLATBUSH!” People are staring at me, and not just because I’m wearing a very new, conspicuously scarce, $500 piece of metal and glass. I’m beginning to sweat. This isn’t the future I was promised. Let me back up.
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