I never forgot the promised robots. They're ingrained as part of my childhood, a dream of mechanical assistants that were a hybrid of the 1950s futurism combine

I never forgot the promised robots. They're ingrained as part of my childhood, a dream of mechanical assistants that were a hybrid of the 1950s futurism combined with the promise of a digital tomorrow. Instead we have been sold cheap spying devices that have more in common with the ubiquitous microphones of 1984 sweetened with the droll dialogue of the talking wall screens of Farenheit 451. Ohh well the future still lives in our dreams and those we choose to build with sweat and grime.