I suppose you cannot fight the inevitable
One of the first things I do upon waking each day is to tour the newspaper websites in order to familiarise myself with what’s going on in the world since I last looked. Sometimes this is a fascinating exercise and sometimes, to one degree or another, it is a sobering one.
Today it was a case of the latter.
In support of my contention, here are links to two articles that appear today on the website of The Independent:
Chris Mooney on how scientists are predicting the world might look in another 10,000 years – OH DEAR ME
Cahal Milmo on how human sexual relationships will soon work in the brave new world – BLIMEY
As I sipped at my second cup of black coffee of the morning – contemplating the prospect of living about two-thirds of the way to the summit of Ben Nevis because it is the only practical place to live, having sexual relations with my prospective robot partner remotely by smartphone – I could not help but think that one day becoming prey to a nostalgic longing for the ‘good old, bad old, days’ might not become a constant feature of life upon Earth.
