"Already can you step off your business class flight, into the city below and find yourself a bar/restaurant perfect suited to your bland taste, where you can sit on your own pondering the meaning of your pitiful, mechanistic existence.
And you can do it without interacting with a soul, save for pointing at a menu and handing over your credit card. And that’s just the beginning. It’s going to be great."
About the author: Paul is a London-based blogger with a mixed track-record over at Never Trust a Hippy and a few other places. He usually writes about representative democracy and decentralisation. Follow him at www.twitter.com/paul0evans if you usually do that kind of thing. Read more from this author