Is there anyone besides me who finds the thought of the air filled with unmanned delivery drones inexplicably chilling? You punch an order into your smartphone - or hell, speak an order - say what sidewalk cafe or Bora Bora bungalow you're currently at, and - oh, wait a minute; you won't need to tell Amazon where you are, your smartphone already knows, and will tell Amazon for you, unless you want the order shipped somewhere else, like you want a crate of Deluxe Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches shipped to that nice neighbor who keeps borrowing your tools without returning them.
Is there ever a point when our lives become too convenient? Is there something eerily troubling about requesting something and thirty minutes later having it come to you literally from the sky? Everything I want - assuming I got the dough to pay for it - is immediately accessible - without frustration, delay, going to get it, or dealing with another human being - and comes to me via flying whirligig. The thought should make me happy, right? Excited. And in a way, it does. But deeper down, it bugs the hell out of me. Why is that? Can anyone tell me, why is that?