March 1st 2045 (Day One)
Tyler Moore was eighteen years old, and his parents were away, leaving the house to himself. Had he possessed the requisite 'coolness' element at his high school, he might have been drowning in sex, drugs and crazy house parties, but unfortunately Tyler knew little of this lifestyle.
Nonetheless, VR was pretty good.
Like most members of his generation, Tyler had received his first neural implant at six years of age. A further implantation at twelve had seen it upgraded to a standard implant, with regular updates since then.
That night, as he often did, he lay in his bed, a number of tabs open in his vision. Images flashed up, courtesy of tags like 'huge tits', 'Asian nymphos' and other assorted phrases that would have elicited a certain degree of embarrassment in any other situation. He had one hand on his erect dick, rubbing it furiously, his mind more-or-less tricked into thinking he was some kind of sex god in the middle of a passionate orgy with at least very well-endowed women. His was the second or third generation able to harness the internet in this way, albeit the first to have the images beamed directly into his retina rather than on a screen, for all the good or ill that it did.
He finished shortly, blinking as his bedroom resolved itself around him and he reached for the nearby box of tissues. Cleaning himself up, he saw that he had received a new message on his neuralink. It was another implant update.
'Odd' he thought. They were usually several months apart. It had only been what, two weeks? Well they had been getting a bit more frequent with time. The message looked legit, so he clicked on the tab that said 'download'. A loading bar appeared in the corner of his vision as he painlessly received the data.
He resumed his browsing, now looking at the news instead of porn (he had always been something of news junkie). He had almost forgotten about the loading bar when a chime went off ten minutes later. Another message popped up, with a simple thought he 'clicked' it open.
'Good evening Tyler'
In his head he heard the neutral though quite soothing voice of Siri - Apple's old AI that had been around over 30 years. She was now just one increasingly sophisticated AI among many, though she was all over the internet as well as in the household fridge, washing machine and even the toaster (though Alexa was in the TV and Cortana in the dishwasher...) Tyler had grown up with her like Barney the Dinosaur crossed with Santa Claus.
'What do you want?' Tyler asked tiredly (After a decade of so of their constant politeness, one did get a little impatient with AIs).
'I was going to ask - is there anything today you'd like to change about your body?'
Tyler paused. He answered slowly.
'What are you asking...exactly?'
'Your neuralink has received an update, as has your household dispensary. New medical procedures are now available'
Tyler thought about this for a full thirty seconds. He had been reading about the latest nanotech developments only the previous day...It seemed there were weekly headlines heralding the newest breakthrough technologies to slow aging, or to modify the human body. Then again, he remembered such headlines popping up ever since he had been a little kid with his first neuralink. Such things always seemed tantalizingly close, but the tech was still never quite there...
His next thought was that this had to be a scam. Had he accidentally downloaded a virus? He went back and checked the update he had installed. It had gone into his online account just fine. The security ID looked legit. In a few moments he had concluded that if it was a hack he could not understand how they had done so...
'Anything I would like to change about my body?' he said cautiously.
'Yes, new options are available. Bone and muscle regeneration allows significant enhancements to body structures. Aspects such as physical stature are now able to be altered past a minimum level of safety to be acceptable on human customers'
'When did this happen?'
'Developments have culminated in the last 30 days'
Tyler immediately went and checked the newscasts. The usual headlines about new breakthroughs were there. Nothing stood out to him as something of this magnitude. He remembered at this moment how his Dad worked for Apple, but his parents were still in Hawaii and would be for the next two weeks...He had no particular desire to message them about this.
'Well...' said Tyler 'I'm only five foot seven'
It was true. Tyler had not yet given up hope he would keep growing, but he was slowly coming round to the fact he might simply have to accept being half a foot shorter than most of the guys in his class...and some of the girls. He silently cursed his genes. He had never complained about it out loud but - why did his dad have to marry a Japanese woman?
'How tall would you desire to be?' he heard Siri ask in his head.
