Robots as seen in the 1950’s

in the 1950s robots lived mostly in our imagination

drawn in comic book panels with bold lines and certainty

machines with rivets and glass domes

built to obey without question

they were not thinkers back then

but extensions of the human hand

wired, tethered, directed

levers pulled from a porch

while fields answered in rows of metal motion

farmers guiding steel bodies through soil

as if driving tractors from a distance

the future looked mechanical,

gears turning, arms lifting,

funcioning by command, not curiosity

no quiet intelligence or learning

only execution

in kitchens and living rooms they swept, scrubbed and carried

moving through chores without pause or will

a promise that the ordinary weight of life could be handed off

everything under control

everything visible

a world where machines worked

and humans remained firmly in charge

Do you come here often?

its a bright sunny day in the year 2095

the city of New York is quiet at street level

few vehicles travel on roads and most are pedestrianized

everybody has access to a fleet of personal flying taxis

John decides to visit his brother in Boston

he tells his watch to book him a flying taxi

go to bay 7 on level 104 flashes on his watch

he takes the high speed elevator and steps into the four seater vehicle

there are no controls because its totally automated

John fastens his seat belt as the electric motors hum

he does not bother to look out of the window

the novelty of flying from a rooftop was long ago forgotten

John talks to his bother on the video screen

40 minutes later his air taxi is docking

moments later he is with his brother Gerald

there are no windows in his apartment

the walls are all giant screens that can produce any vista

today it shows tropical beaches and a deep blue ocean

let me get you a cold beer says Gerald

he simply barks his order to a dispensing machine

nobody buys ingredients or makes anything themselves these days

food and drink items are assembled instantly by atomic 3D printers

lets watch the game now says Gerald

the screens on the wall transform to show a football game 

the virtual realty is indistinguishable from the real thing

crowd noises are piped in with aromas of stale beer and hot dogs

people used to drive cars through traffic to watch these games

the players still perform at a stadium

with only cameras and drones watching

Gerald and John cheer as their team scores

after the game the room is transformed into a night club

3D images of pretty girl robots dancing fill the screens

she looks gorgeous says John pointing to a tall girl

lets invite her to join us says Gerald

a door opens and in walks a beautiful humanoid robot

she smiles as John passes her a glass of champagne

Gerald asks her do you come here often?