The PING Device

Jenna’s eyes widened as Don handed her the box.

“You get it for one day.  No using it in the office!”

Jenna tried to remain composed. She said thank you. Twice.  The box contained the first prototype PING device.  The Personal Inter-Consciousness Nuance Gauge, PING, was going to change the world.  Jenna was just a junior member of the development team, but she’d won the lottery to be the first to use it “in the wild.”

Built on a sophisticated AI, the device would softly glow green or red depending on whether the person you were with was thinking of you positively or negatively.  Was this a good idea? Probably not.  It might destroy how people talk to one another.  But other labs in the valley were working on similar devices, and Aon was not going to be left behind.

Jenna had arranged dinner with some old friends.  “Now I’ll find out what they really think about me.”  She was sure that Makayla had always been jealous of her scholastic success. She wondered if tall, beautiful Janelle saw her as a frump. Did Megan resent her because her own life was always in shambles?

They met at a quiet restaurant with plants and dimmed lights. They exchanged pleasantries, ordered wine and, as the glasses emptied, the conversation loosened.  They gossiped about old classmates, told stories about their lives, and commiserated about Megan’s troubles.

When the meal ended, Jenna was happy that the choice of restaurant, at least, had been a success.  But she wondered what had gone wrong with the device.

When she got into the office the next morning, everyone else was already there.  They wanted to know how it went.  Jenna handed the box back to Don.

“I don’t know what went wrong.  I invited some old friends to dinner and we sat around talking for hours.  Every so often, the device would glow, but it mostly did nothing at all.  I started to wonder whether I’d accidentally turned it off.”

Her teammates jumped in.  Somebody said, “Could the mechanism have malfunctioned?”  Someone else wondered if her friends were just weird.  Don frowned. He needed to bring this project in on time.  Greg, the developer most responsible for PING, sat staring at a spot on the floor four feet in front of him.  

The meeting broke up with no resolution.  Greg grabbed the box as he walked out. The next day, he called in to take the rest of the week off.

When he returned the following Monday, he walked over to Jenna’s desk and gave her the box.  “Same conditions, one day, no using it in the office.  You might see it glow yellow.  Let me know how it goes.”

It was trivia night at a bar Jenna liked, so she invited a couple of friends.  A few beers, questions about Doja Cat and Alan Turing, and the evening flew by.

Word had gotten around, so when Jenna got to the office the next morning, everyone was again already in.  A crowd gathered as Jenna returned the box to Greg.

“Some red, some green, mostly nothing.  It did glow yellow—more than red or green combined.”

“I thought it would,” Greg replied.  

“When I got home last Monday, our daughter had been in her room crying all afternoon.  She’d committed some social faux pas—she’d worn the wrong shoes for something—and was sure that everybody hated her.  She finally came out for dinner.  Over chicken and dumplings, my wife told her:

“‘Honey, one thing I can tell you about people: they’re not thinking about you because they are too busy thinking about what you’re thinking about them.’”

“I programmed that to glow yellow.”

“I don’t think PING is going to be all that successful after all.”