I see nothing. I know nothing.

As I sit here with my laptop in front of me, and my IPhone next to me, while I am watching the Patriots on my big screen T.V., I would like to share an observation, a reflection, and a prediction.
The other night, we took our daughter and son-in-law out to dinner to celebrate their first wedding anniversary.  The kids get out of work later than we do, so we had some time to sit at the bar of the restaurant to have a cocktail, and catch up on our day. 
As people filtered in and out of the lounge, we could not help but notice that all of the twenty somethings could not go more than a couple of minutes without checking their beloved cell phones.  Even as they were having conversations with one another, practically all of them managed to check in with cyberspace every couple of minutes to ensure that they were not missing anything.
One young couple in particular barely looked at each other as they sat at the bar.  Each of them stared into their "life-screens" with that familar blank gaze on their faces.  You know the look.  The eyes are vague and the mouths are open as though they are about to break into an opera overture.  Every now and then, one of them would grunt a syllable, and the other would fein interest and concentration. 
This "time together" was facinating to watch, and while doing so, I thought how disconnected this generation is with what is in front of them in real lives, and more interested in what is happening in their cyber-lives. These portable devices are wonderful tools, but they are also a curse.  No longer are they just convenient telephones that we carry around with us, they are now life lines for us to stay connected to social media, information, and email.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind, that I thought about my Dad saying a very similar thing forty years ago about my generation.  Naturally, he was not talking about cell phones, but rather television.  My generation grew up watching television nearly six hours of every day.   Our "cyberspace" was The Brady Bunch, The Osmunds, Hogan's Hero's, Sonny & Cher, The Patridge Family, Charlie's Angels, The Six Million Dollar Man, and so on.  We would stare endlessly into our life-screens of television with the same blank stares that Generation Y does with their cell phone screens.  Dad would like to say to me that my generation was missing out on so much because we spent too much time in front of the boob tube.  Huh?  What's that Dad?  Yeah, I heard you.
So, my prediction is this.  In the near future, Generation Z will not even have to carry around any type of electronic device.  I can foresee there being eyeglasses or implants that will have a constant media blitz of information and connectivity.  Much like Apache helicopter pilots focus their weaponry with their eyes only, these devices will allow us to navigate the internet the same way. 
If I can watch re-runs of Hogan's Hero's on a set of these baby's, then sign me up.  I have to go now, my phone is beeping, the battery on the laptop is about the run out, and the Patriots just lost to the Giants again.  Dad would be so proud.