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More than Time Pass

Watched a sci fi flick called In-Time. Intention was to kill time till the eyelids drooped last night but au contraire - we were wide awake as the plot unravelled. This is about a not too distant world where the only currency that matters is Time. How much you have left to live by? You either 'come from time' in which case you live longer or you come from the ghetto (not sure why the antonym of 'time' was chosen as ghetto - perhaps easier for the American public vernacular to process?) and had a negligible life span. Engaging concept to a loyalty marketing practitioner like myself to comprehend. The available currency or bank balance so to speak is displayed as a green lcd on the forearm of every individual. It is to be protected at all hours and minutes (time that is). So everyone wears a full sleeve garment not wanting to reveal - you guessed it - their true age. Everyone gets to 25 years through good old biological miracle and then aging stops. Grammy also looks as date worthy as that hottie in college. More importantly you can hardly tell what their age is..hilarious. Surely no scandals in this society. Osho would have done cartwheels - damn went out too early. Of course if you have a lot of time on your hand (literally) you did not rush things and dwaddled on all manners of tasks trivial to not so important - you see we assign importance only based on time sensitivity of something..so not worrying about time makes it all the same. Of course all these rich timers have a whole host of security protecting themselves from the unfortunate timelackers and that creates an economy in itself - not to mention the funny idea of time zones separating the ghetto from the mansion owners. Cross between Ayn Rand and Tom Wolfe. Tell you what I liked about this idea the most - no more wallets!

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