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 set the can down and with the duster brushed away what dust had fallen on John’s shoulders. She closed the control panel in his skull and said, “You know, if you used your brain more often, it wouldn’t get so dusty.”
John grunted in reply.
“Is that all you can do? Grunt?”
John turned his head to her and shrugged. He then went back to watching the gladiators.
Shaking her head, Melanie said, “I don’t know why I even bother.”