Everyware must be conservative of face.
Something too rarely considered by the designers of ubiquitous systems is how easily their ordinary operation can place a user's reputation and sense of dignity and worth at risk.
Thomas Disch illustrates this beautifully in his classic 1973 novel 334. The grimly futuristic Manhattan of 334 is a place whose entropic spiral is punctuated only by the transient joys of pills, commercial jingles, and empty sex. The world-weary residents of 334 East 13th Street survive under the aegis of a government welfare agency called MODICUM, a kind of Great Society program gone terminally sour.
In particular, ...