If you think that spam and pop-ups are bad on the web, wait till they hit the street.
<Engages futuro-giggle-goggles>
The MD walks down the street, besuited and booted, with his hat at a
rakish angle and a wicked grin upon his chops. Behind him are a pair
of his femme fatales, the Monkey Nurses, surpriningly elegant on their
unfeasibly tall and shiny lipstick red stilleto heels. One carries a
range of broadcast grade video equipment, recording to old school
solid state media. The other sports a backpack with an aerial nearly
as tall as she is sprouting directly from it towards the sky.
Occasionally the MD points to a particularly confused individual for
the camera nurse to get a good shot of. Oh, hang on, did I mention
confusion? Why yes, everyone around his Monkey Geniusness is in a
state of panic, looking at best lost and at worst panicked and
confused. People are waving devices and arms around with wild abandon
as a they try to cope with a new and unfamiliar horror, especially
those who have to face their sexual partners in their native state for
the first time.
Why, yes, that prankster is recording what happens when a broad
spectrum jamming signal is broadcast into a busy city street, removing
all connections to the Cloud and forcing un-Augmented reality upon one
and all. What will he come up with next?
<futuro-giggle-goggles orf>