October 17 2010

Where’s My Robot?

Dear Past Predictions.

I am writing to complain about the tardiness in the arrival of various promised items. In particular, I want prompt and satisfactory answers to the following:

1. Where is my hover car? The last car I bought barely a year ago wouldn’t get off the ground if Evel Knievel drove it (not that I want him to drive it in his current state.) As far as I know none of my family and friends own a car that flies either yet you continue to advertise hover cars on television via your spokesman George Jetson. Look, I agree we have come a long way from the cars driven in the past, especially the ones depicted in your documentary about Fred and Wilma, but we are still waiting for our flying cars.

2. Where is my holiday on the Moon? You actually promised exotic holidays on the moons of Jupiter and Saturn but you haven’t even delivered a vacation on the moon closest to our planet. I for one am impatient to listen to my copy of Pink Floyd’s masterpiece on the actual dark side. True, a Mr Richard Branson is getting ready to launch a flight into Earth orbit but that is nowhere near the Moon and costs just a tad more than I anticipate earning in the remaining years of my life.

3. Where is my HAL9000? The computer on my desk just crawled out of the primordial ooze in comparison to that psychopath (not that I necessarily desire a psychopathic computer, its splendid rendition of Daisy notwithstanding.) While HAL9000 can converse intelligently my desktop computer tells me to “try saying something” even when I’m screaming at the top of my lungs.

4. Where’s my robot? The one that…err…you advertised in…ummm…well where is it?



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Posted 17 October, 2010 by Flying Saucer Jones in category "Curmudgeon

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