Imagine This - you get into a Comfort Cab on a normal, busy day, hurling yourself into the backseat with your stuff. You tell the driver your destination and kicks the fume sputterer into gear. You then hear the familiar mechanised voice - "Please put on your seatbelt" that sounds like the an Indian man being mildly electrocuted. "Ok, ok", you respond and click the uncomfortable belt in place."Have you brushed your teeth?", goes the voice again. You are suprised at the question and are bemused and afraid at the same time. "Yes I have". "Do you floss?" "Well sometimes" "You should, it's better for your teeth. Look at me, I have no teeth. Har har har." And so it goes. Man and machine. Man and meter. Love, war, circuit boards, gahmen - it's a machine with a lot to say. It was bored, waiting for the right passenger to bring it to life.
Next thing you know it's $8.70 later and your conversation with the machine has come to a close. It weeps, and spews a receipt with hearts and tears.
Development 1 - the machine goes psycho and strangles passenger with seatbelt getting tighter and tighter. Potential weight loss tool.
Development 2 - Passenger knocks out driver, falls in love with machine/meter and the machine dies after after a few hours when power dies out. Or the machine dies from a short circuit when they do a very wet smooch. Boo hoo hoo.
1 comment:
Will you ever fall in love with your laptop...
God..you have been playing too much jenga, lost your mind everytime Ms Lah Mor starts screaming?
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