Living in the future

“Babe, the recycling truck doesn’t have men hanging off the back of it anymore,” I told Rebecca. “There’s just the driver, and he controls a robotic arm that reaches out, grabs the recycling can, and dumps it in the back. We’re living in the future.”

“Neat. You want to go work for them now?”

“Yeah. Kind of.”

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