So I borrowed my parents’ Roomba. In case you don’t know, a Roomba is a little mechanical miracle that vacuums for you. You tell it to go and off it goes, merrily vacuuming along. It gets into all kinds of tight spaces and the best thing is you don’t have to vacuum with your own hands.
Now this is the 21st century I expected.
I’ve had it for a few days, and I’ve got to be honest. I don’t want to give it back. I wonder what the prison sentence is for Grand Theft Roomba.
It’s a little like a toddler who likes to vacuum but is really good at it, as it can tangle in cords and get itself stuck. Then it emits a pleasant tone and a voice tells you what the problem is.
See? Totally the future.
It makes me envision the days when people will tell their grandchildren “we had to vacuum! Ourselves! Uphill both ways!” Those days can’t be far off.
Talk about a modern convenience.
Now that I have seen the light, it seems impossible to imagine life any other way. Even though it’s not as if I have to sweep the carpets by hand or anything.
Sometimes the world changes in an instant, but sometimes the change is incremental, so creeping it doesn’t even feel like change.
Just like the Roomba.