Now that’s serious DRM
I’m in a music store. I ask if there are any good sample CDs. I’m thinking it might be nice to have some new loops and samples. And the salesman immediately whips a CD off of a stack and says “these are great, here let me play some of them for you.” Sweet, I get to hear it before I buy! And then he turns around with a case full of flash memory cards and little USB devices and says “here we just have to get a retinal scan.”
Oh of course, we just have to have a retinal scan and, yes, a tissue sample before you can use the samples, just to be sure you’re not stealing them. So, now the guy has a strange metal device that scans your eye while simultaneously scraping flesh from the inside of your cheek. My tissue sample is rejected because I had a cold recently and apparently some viruses are still in there.
At this point, of course, I wake up. Darn, I really wanted to hear those samples!
In this dream DRM system, I can’t even listen to a demo of the samples on the store’s system without a DNA sample. And in the dream, I’m thinking that if that’s what it takes to get some good content, I guess that’s what it takes. The big labels have us whipped good.
