When trying to predict the future, humans often fall victim to two common cognitive biases: availability and anchoring. In other words, the factors they take into account skew heavily toward recent events and other people's opinions, respectively.
The way around it? Think of crazy future scenarios and then imagine how they might come to pass. (More about all that here.)
We've tried to do just that in thinking about how commercial real estate is going to evolve. In the next installment of our fictional series, Future Office: The Adventures of Hannah and Skip, we explore the proliferation of personal and professional data and how it might affect our lives.
When Hannah got to the building the next morning Skip was standing in the parking lot next to a shipping container waiting for her. “Tell them to kiss my &%$, that’s what you can tell them,” he yelled into his palm screen. “If they wanted me to stay they shouldn’t have monitored me like a damn convict. Last time I checked this was still America. Jefferson said it best: ‘Liberty is a goddamn inalienable right’.” When he saw Hannah he hung up his screen abruptly.
“Good mornin’ ma’am,” he said, with none of the venom he had in his previous conversation.
“Good morning, Skip.” She pulled out her grandfather's giant key ring and unlocked the door. “I had another key made for you. It will have to do until I get a bio-lock installed.”
He took the key from her and held it up to the light like an archaeologist studying a freshly unearthed treasure. “You will do no such thing! This here key is perfect.”
“Really?” Hannah said. She had been embarrassed by the antiquated amenities. She knew how advanced the Workly offices were and wanted to try to get the building at least somewhat modernized to compete with their offerings.
“You bet. This is exactly the kind of thing I want. No digital records, just the function that a lock was designed to do and nothing more.”
“Well, ok then.” She acted indifferently but was really relieved about one less expense on her already constrained budget. “Well, feel free to move some stuff in. You obviously have your pick of the place. There are a couple of desks in the back you can choose from.”
Skip chuckled and shook his head. “No ma’am, I don’t use desks. I’ll just get set up in the back by the roll-up. I like how it lets the light and air in.”