Think Globally, Act Locally

I HAVE noticed that whenever young people come face to face with one of those robotic floor cleaners that you find wandering up and down the aisle of a shop like a sorcerer’s apprentice on Red Bull, they will stroll by with a nonchalant air as though they have some kind of inalienable right to a technocratic future.

Older people, on the other hand, often wear a stupid grin on their face and consider themselves lucky to be alive at a time of such rapid and inexplicable change.

Me? I just want to take a hammer to the damn thing.