@nixCraft They told us we'd have robots and portable fusion, clone our bodies so we wouldn't stay dead, but I have to doubt 'cause it didn't come out the way Mr. Asimov said. My coffee brews itself every morning. My shower cleans itself every night, but twice a day I'm caught in a traffic knot. I'm growing older at every red light. I want my flying car. I want my flying car. You know it just ain't fair, I wanna hit the air, Bid the street life au revoir. I want my flying car.