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No More Racing Home to Let Out Your Dog

Sam looked up at his Mom, a blank expression on his face.

For the third time, she said, “How was your day?”

At last she penetrated the consciousness of her young son.

“I invented a business that’s going to make us all rich.”

“You did,” she smiled sweetly. “How nice that will be.”

“Seriously, Mom. It’s called Dogs Unleashed.”

Lisa sat down. Sam was not one to waste words, and he came up with some very creative ideas.

“Tell me how it works,” she said.

“Think of it as a supercharged version of an electric fence, only much, much smarter. The whole thing is based on a smart collar that always knows where it is, that can access online data, and that can communicate with people and other devices.”

Lisa smiled again. “That actually sounds pretty cool. What will it be able to do that a normal electric fence collar can’t?”

Now Sam smiled. “Well, for one thing, it will only open the dog door when it’s not raining outside, so Max won’t get soaking wet. It also has a moisture sensor, so if a sudden rainstorm gets your dog wet, it won’t let him back into the house.”

“So we won’t have another disaster like when Max ran across the sofa with muddy feet,” she prompted.

“Exactly,” said Sam. “Plus, it can open or close virtual roads to other parts of the neighborhood. So if you’re delayed at work and worry that Max is going to get bored, you can use the speaker to tell Max, ‘Go see Romeo’ and you can expand the fence so that it includes Romeo’s yard and the path between our houses.”

Lisa frowned. “But what if Max wanders out into the busy road? I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Sam shook his head. “There are certain places that will always be off limits, like the busy road, or the Huggins property, because they hate dogs so bad.”

“That makes sense,” said Lisa. “What a great idea.”

Sam got a bit agitated. He stood up, and started pacing around.

“What’s the matter?” asked his Mom.

“You don’t get the whole idea. This collar will be really, really smart. It will tell you where Max is, what he’s doing, and even what is around him. It can hear barking, and can tell the difference between two dogs playing and two dogs fighting. It even will let you give Max commands, like ‘Go home’.”

“Wow. That is pretty smart. I wish they had that technology today,” Lisa responded.

“That’s the thing, Mom. We do. It’s all there, but no one has put it together yet. I did research today from the school library, and some companies are close, but they don’t have the whole picture yet.”

Sam raced out of the room, most likely to go online. Lisa started thinking… Sam’s Dad is in the investment business… gotta ask him whether kids can get access these days to venture capital.


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Sorry, Soccer Stats

Sara cringed visibly as the stats updated on everyone’s phones. One minute before the half ended, Michael had taken just 1,312 steps. The other midfielders all topped 3,000. She’d like to think her son was better positioned, more efficient in his movements, but the truth is he was just lazy, and all the parents knew that.

Standing just behind her, Ben knew what she was thinking. Sara was a nervous mother, and Michael was a tough kid. He saw other people’s faults, but not his own. She hated the fact that each kid now wore a wristband that constantly transmitted position data to the game management system, and that even the ball had sensors embedded in it.

Ben’s son, Tim, was middle of the pack: he kicked about as hard as the others, ran slightly faster, and kept his position a bit better. The stats made him look better than other parents would have assumed. Tim seldom made the big play, but he was steady and reliable.

Ben tapped Sara on the shoulder. “Does Michael look at the stats after a game?”

Sara bit her lip, then shook her head. “He says stats are stupid, they don’t paint the whole picture. He tells me running around needlessly just wears the others out. He’s one of those kids who just can’t conceive that he isn’t God’s gift to Earth.”

Ben nodded sympathetically. “Tim’s older brother was a bit like that. They grow out of it.”

“I should live that long,” said Sara, her eyes revealing she was immediately sorry to have said that.

The half ended, and Frank Cooper walked up to them. Frank had probably memorized the stats. “Johnny kicked that last shot 52 miles per hour. Nearly took the keeper’s head off.”

Michael and Sara smiled weakly, hoping Frank would walk right by them. He seemed oblivious to the fact that the shot sailed right over the net, and that if once in his life his son passed the ball then the team would probably be ahead right now instead of tied.

“Coach is sketching out a new play,” shouted Alice, and most parents picked up tablets to track the halftime plan.

Sara left to get a coffee.

Written by Bruce Kasanoff of Now Possible, where science fiction meets business.