i am currently reading hyperspace, which isn't important just yet, but keep it in mind if you read this whole thing....
try to follow me on this....so it seems that the world of robots gets more advanced every day, and robots are becomming more and more realistic and human-like, moving like humans, AI, the whole shebang....
we as a people love bodily functions, hence the popularity of burps and such. kids love dolls that pee and burp and poop and all that...."look how realistic it is" they squeal with disgusting and somewhat disturbing delight....
we love to customize our machines and gadgets, pimp our rides, hack our ipods, tweak our nic- nacs, remove the brakes from our bikes, customize our ring tones...
so, you probably see where this is going, no? one day we will have realistic robots who do our things, talk to us, whatever, and we will want them to be super realistic, and it's only a matter of time until they make a robot that farts. and THEN it's only a matter of time until we learn to hack and tweak our robots and there is downloadable customizable fart tones for our robots, so they can fart like a birdsong or beethoven or whatever, and the thought of a robot farting a song or a special sound makes me laugh like a wino staring at the lights of the inescapable oncoming dumptruck...
what does this have to do with that book way at the top of this post? well, i am reading that book about serious stuff, i have a modicum of intellect, and yet, do i write anything intelligent and witty, insightful, or worth anyone's time? am i thinking about the amazing universe around us, the things we don't know, all the mysteries and such? no, i am thinking about robots farting. i am a sad sad little man.
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