Thursday, May 06, 2010

Where's my flying car?

Is a modern day complaint. Where are the sci-fi devices that the futurologists of the last century promised us?
Well, the telephone in my pocket holds more information than two million Sinclair Spectrum computers. It holds the text equivalent of fifty thousand 500 page novels.
To be honest. The idea that I could carry the entire library of Alexandria in my shirt pocket is way more impressive than something as brute-force as a flying car.

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