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‘Thank you for choosing ‘InterFace’, the markets leading giant in Neural Devices. Please stand by whilst we update your device. This may take a few moments. Whilst you wait, why don’t you check out our latest ‘InterFace’, the I-S, supporting a crisper internal audio so clear that you’d think they were your own thoughts! Thank you for choosing ‘InterFace’, the mar-‘
James muted the audio of his InterFace, whilst cursing under his breath; another update? He’d just finished paying off the one he had. He’d have to upgrade, it seems; he just couldn’t be seen using an outdated model, he’d never live it down!
The Rail Cart came to its usual, gliding halt at 06:15 outside of Eastburg Central, where as usual, half of the passengers departed, and another half entered, all standing side by side, but nobody acknowledging anyone. They all stood with a stoic silence, their eyes flickering and blinking as they undoubtedly checked through the morning news, or updated their I-Face profile. James usually did the same, but that morning, for some reason, he decided to look at his surroundings and listen to his commute for a change. They’d all think him strange, of course; he’d just spent 15,000 credits on the (previously, now) latest InterFace model, but it was already boring him. His eyes hurt from the constant glare of windows and adverts moving across his vision, and with the audio playing directly into his mind, he never had the comfort of feeling alone; standing amongst the Cart of what must have been a few dozen people, and James felt the most alone he had in years, simply because he didn’t have the constant bombardment of voices running through his mind.
“Buy this!”
“See this!”
“Upgrade to this!”
It was overwhelming at times. Even now, as the Cart streamed along the silent track high above the city streets, the canvas that was the city was spread full with Hol-Ads promoting perfumes and clothes, Gen-Mods and upgrades…it was too much.
The Cart finally came to a halt at Larrington Station, and James departed. His briefcase hung at his side, the monotone grey of his suit matching the dozen others all heading for the same location. James worked at Huffington Mods, an institution in which a user could select, purchase and download the latest outfits and styles. One of the oldest companies in the city, it was one of the leaders in cutting edge, cultural designs and styles. He’d spend his day checking for bugs in the companies’ networks, as well as pre-checking that all downloads were successful. When 17:30 came around, he’d leave, and take the same four minute and twenty second Cart ride back to his studio apartment on the lower east side, which was roughly seventy miles from where he worked, making his commute relatively shorter than some of his co-workers.
By the time he arrived in work, punctual as usual, he had yet to actually converse with another person. Nobody looked at him, or anyone for that matter; they were too engrowsed in their minds, in the things they saw online instead of what was around them. One of his colleagues, Joe, messaged him around noon. 
‘Hey. You free for lunch?’ – 12:02
Joe almost seemed startled when James turned to Joe, who literally sat two desks away from him, to respond.
“Yeah, where do you want to go?”
Joe looked back slightly confused, before responding in a cautious tone.
“I don’t mind… you feeling alright, James?”
Because that’s just the way it was. The majority of conversations amongst the work force took place online. That is not to say that people didn’t speak in person; they still did, often. But It just seemed unusual when something could be done easier and faster online.
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It's brief, and completely off the top of my head, but that puts you into the perspective of one of the common workforce. Whilst James showed a slightly weary attitude about his surroundings and the world, the majority are relatively 'happy'.