Murata Boy rides a bicycle in the park, receiving commands from a PC via a wireless LAN. Emiview runs across, triggering in him a panic emoticon. Aibo scratches its ear with its hind leg, yawns and coos. Leaning forward from a bench, PaPeRo kisses PaPeRa; she blushes. Rose LEDs on her cheeks glow.
Capsules enable Sam's REM sleep when he consumes them in the prescribed binary pattern:
M2A 1 0 1
G1B 0 0 1
Mark 120 roams in robotic suits. The world is not yet devoid of humans, but note that there are no children.
In this context, calculus is important. If you have a bucket of water and you start emptying it with a mug, you will reach a point at which the rate of decay depends on the amount of water in the bucket itself. Population explosion is the exact inverse. The pack of DustGone bots I borrowed from Joe Johnson to clean my bedroom, have started duplicating themselves. This is not a bucket of water I can topple, nor can robots be cut.
We are reaching the top of Menant’s bottom up approach to evolution: Primates to Humans, Humans to Robots.
The scar on the moon is a giant robot digging the soil. They say they have found a device to bring moon dirt here and convert it into oxygen. It is a part of their effort to preserve some of the remaining human beings.