A NOT SO DIFFERENT FUTURE
Opening the control panel, Melanie exclaimed, “What a mess.” She put her hand on her husband John’s shoulder and said, “Just sit right there.”
John – watching robotic gladiators pummeling each other – replied with a grunt.
A few minutes later, Melanie returned with a can of compressed air and a duster. She gave a quick spurt from the can and a small cloud of dust filled the air. “Oh my.” With each successive spurt, the clouds became smaller, until the dust was gone.
She...
Published on June 11, 2013 17:29