|Above: ancient people standing |
around, talking, circa 3500 B.C.E.
|"Lines. Am I right?"|
|"Searching for: 'Truck-U, you|
stupid. Peace of ship phone.'"
|Yeah, that guy.|
I'm all for the future, wherever it takes us. We could all end up as brains in giant robot bodies or as a hive mind of cyborgs, and I'd be cool with it. But let's not, I repeat not, get so reliant on our goddamn cellphones that we can't function without them.
|"Shit, what was his name? He was in Guardians of the Galaxy. James 'C' something, |
maybe Raleigh? O'Reilly? James O'Reilly? Is that it? Damnit, I wish IMDB was working..."
-Third of Four, not able to let this go