I met with one of the resident ‘techno-ethusiasts’ at the White House today. The doors opening for us as we enter, and a friendly “welcome” sings over the air as we entered. ‘Techno-enthusiast’ are a lobbying group that advocates the constant forward motion of technology.
The man, who wished to only be referred to as ‘Mike’ breathed heavily as we stood on the automatic walk-way between stops. A small mister cooling our skins before a gentle heat dried our foreheads.
“Well you see, we advised [Mr.] president about automation and insured him, that it is only inevitable. If we deny the momentum of progression, then… what does that make of us as a species.”
Mike pauses only to catch his breath, presumably from excitement. We pass an open courtroom where a line of orange clad prisoners are presented in front of Judge SentOS, who monotonously says ‘Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.” With various sentences being carried out afterwards.
Mike takes the time to hand me a hot double shot from the espresso machine before saying thanking the machine which reads “01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01100001 00100000 01110011 01101100 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 ” in reply. Mike tells me that’s the computers way of saying “You’re welcome.”
“So when the government asks me, Mike, the big dog, if four billion is enough to spend on automation-” A set of double doors only opens on one side and he whispers into his microphone, a small roomba like device unfurls a swiss-army knife type of array and begins working on the door. He looks at me and smiles, “I say, hell yeah.”
Taylor Tinker has a roomba in his house that he fashions with raid to kill roaches.