I couldn't care less about hoverboards and flying cars, I want my computer to deliver me food!
Reminds me of my favorite game as a kid: Hungry Hungry Fire. I got put in a group home for playing it too many times.
Would you be more or less likely to eat a platter of fries if they hovered in front of your face? I'd eat them as fast as I could in hopes to gain their levitation powers.
This is no "Lady and the Tramp" here. Eating spaghetti alone off the table top is not nearly as romantic.
The day my computer can feed me tacos is the day I retire the use of my hands officially.
The slow food movement has now officially gone too far.
Did I say soul? I meant SOUP. Peer into my soup. Isn't it pretty?