If I pedal faster and feed it spinach, my robot barman might pull more pints
Something for the Weekend, Sir? Help me up, would you, luvvie? Like any child of the Sixties, I dreamt a future of spaceships and robots, not of fat-arsed celebs, whinging royals and the manipulation of the feeble-minded by nationalists whose wealth accumulates off-shore. After growing up, I looked back to…
bubmagNovember 27, 2020