Your health wearable is on the bedside table when you wake up; it's already watching you, measuring what you do against what it thinks you should.

You think, as often, of throwing it away. But your mother got so angry when you last did that, and insurance gets really expensive, and people without them are called reckless and data bigots. Careers can stall.

The long series of wearable-related deaths is, according to the news, only minor bugs.

You put it on. When it grips your veins and nerves there's less pain than usual. You feel grateful.

.finis.