Remember when your mother used to pull you across the road because somebody had a thousand yard stare and was talking to themselves? If you grew up when the world was orange and brown, with endless summers, candy cigarettes, and ubiquitous casual racism, you'll know that talking to yourself could only mean 'nutter'.
Now it just means you're on the phone. The world moves on, technology changes.
But we're only using one sense here. What will the world look like, as it inevitably will, when we introduce corneal implant screens, or suchlike?
Well, the good burghers of Wrexham have given us a glimpse into what the future will look like when our sense of sight is distracted by the vastness of the digital universe rather than what we're about to bump into.
This guy? Maybe free-fall parachuting or doing a really tough sudoko.
I think these two may be running a FTSE250 company as we watch. I fancy the one in the planter to be head of audit. What do you think?
Now it just means you're on the phone. The world moves on, technology changes.
But we're only using one sense here. What will the world look like, as it inevitably will, when we introduce corneal implant screens, or suchlike?
Well, the good burghers of Wrexham have given us a glimpse into what the future will look like when our sense of sight is distracted by the vastness of the digital universe rather than what we're about to bump into.
This guy? Maybe free-fall parachuting or doing a really tough sudoko.
I think these two may be running a FTSE250 company as we watch. I fancy the one in the planter to be head of audit. What do you think?
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