Technology is to Blame if You're Fat and Lazy
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A line from the body of terpfan's new article here Link "consumers seem determined to move less" started me thinking: (I hate that. lol) Ever since the fifties, we've been hearing how "labor saving devices" would make our lives easier. "You won't have to work so hard. Machines will do it for you."
The dream of fully automated/computerized homes (which are starting to become a reality), cars that drive themselves, etc have had a lot of people thinking, "Won't that be great?" Now a lot of people don't even have to leave home to earn a living. Robots are becoming more and more commonplace; replacing the human workforce.
This could veer off into why companies want to use robots instead of humans, so I'll just leave you with a few lines from 1968's "In the Year 2525" by Zager and Evans.
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth,
Tell no lies.
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today.
In the year 4545
You ain't gonna need your teeth,
Won't need your eyes.
You won't find a thing to chew,
Nobody's gonna look at you.
In the year 5555
Your arms hangin' limp at your sides.
Your legs got nothin' to do.
Some machine's doin' that for you.
Usually, people who write Sci-Fi underestimate how long it'll take. Here's a case of overestimation.
The dream of fully automated/computerized homes (which are starting to become a reality), cars that drive themselves, etc have had a lot of people thinking, "Won't that be great?" Now a lot of people don't even have to leave home to earn a living. Robots are becoming more and more commonplace; replacing the human workforce.
This could veer off into why companies want to use robots instead of humans, so I'll just leave you with a few lines from 1968's "In the Year 2525" by Zager and Evans.
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth,
Tell no lies.
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today.
In the year 4545
You ain't gonna need your teeth,
Won't need your eyes.
You won't find a thing to chew,
Nobody's gonna look at you.
In the year 5555
Your arms hangin' limp at your sides.
Your legs got nothin' to do.
Some machine's doin' that for you.
Usually, people who write Sci-Fi underestimate how long it'll take. Here's a case of overestimation.

