Why Predicting The Future Is A Lost Cause

I love the future. You are flying a plane but instead of first landing before you get a drink you risk the lives of both you and some waiter for a snifter of brandy. Drunken pilots would be smashing into buildings right and left.


I don't trust any machine with so many arms holding sharp instruments around my head. Presumably they will have worked all the bugs out of the systems by the time they use them on people.

Ah who am I kidding? There will be body parts and blood spray all over the salon. And if you think I am allowing that tailoring machine to measure my inseam, you don't know me very well.