My old joke about voice-control of computer equipment goes something like this: Bill quits his job and, as he is walking out the door, calls back into the cubi

My old joke about voice-control of computer equipment goes something like this: Bill quits his job and, as he is walking out the door, calls back into the cubicle-farm "rm -fr /". Seriously though, cubicle farms would be a thing of the past, with each computer having to be installed in its own sound-proof room where the next-door programmer's voice can't interfere.