A long time ago I read some cyberpunk novel, and one of the characters had an ocular implant that got infected with malware that flashed spam ads for Indian brothels in his vision 24/7, even with his eyes closed, until he went completely postal.
Long time ago before the internet I read one too, I think the implant was called it Low Jacking, Load Jacking? Anyway, turned out you needed it to compete in the job market: the more updates on info for your type of job you worked, then determined your pay and subsequent rise in job position etc, problem was most couldn’t ever afford the updates/upgrades, and in between all that you had desperate people turning to black market upgrades and installs that were frying peoples brains, and also struggling to pay for mandatory security updates to protect yourself from being mind-hacked.
Edit: oh heck. It might have been The Diamond Age.
Edit 2: search yielded
“Bud knew a guy like that who’d somehow gotten infected with a meme that ran advertisements for roach motels, in Hindi, superimposed on the bottom right-hand corner of his visual field, twenty-four hours a day, until the guy whacked himself.” --Neal Stephenson, The Diamond Age
A long time ago I read some cyberpunk novel, and one of the characters had an ocular implant that got infected with malware that flashed spam ads for Indian brothels in his vision 24/7, even with his eyes closed, until he went completely postal.
Long time ago before the internet I read one too, I think the implant was called it Low Jacking, Load Jacking? Anyway, turned out you needed it to compete in the job market: the more updates on info for your type of job you worked, then determined your pay and subsequent rise in job position etc, problem was most couldn’t ever afford the updates/upgrades, and in between all that you had desperate people turning to black market upgrades and installs that were frying peoples brains, and also struggling to pay for mandatory security updates to protect yourself from being mind-hacked.
Very depressing cautionary short story.
They touched on this concept in the black mirror episode “Fifteen Million Merits”. Very minor spoilers, read on if you dare
Not with a brain implant per se. But had to pay merits or else watch porn ads. And if you don’t have any merits, guess what they’re unskippable.
Snow Crash, by Neal Stephenson
Edit: oh heck. It might have been The Diamond Age.
Edit 2: search yielded
“Bud knew a guy like that who’d somehow gotten infected with a meme that ran advertisements for roach motels, in Hindi, superimposed on the bottom right-hand corner of his visual field, twenty-four hours a day, until the guy whacked himself.” --Neal Stephenson, The Diamond Age