A Blog About Tomorrowland
Stumbled on this treasure trove going back to the future
Tomorrowland never comes.
Why are people always playing games in the automated future? Were these soothsayers too obtuse to imagine TV’s in moving vehicles?
Imagine you get an email from a long-lost relative and the sweet smell of roses permeates the air. Or that cute grad student you met at the bookstore tweets about you and for a second you smell cinnamon and leather - swoon. That electronics-meets-olfactory moment is just what a little white robot named Olly is out to create.
Why do I get the impression that my social network would smell like cheap wine and farts?