The half-human/half-SIMCard organisms behind me here at Panera have both been on their mobile phones continuously for the last 90 minutes (which makes you wonder why they even bother sitting together.) At 3x normal conversational volume. And not in English (which shouldn't matter, but paradoxically it makes them even harder to tune out.) This particular cafe is short of AC outlets or I would have moved an hour ago...
The Encyclopaedia Galactica defines a robot as a mechanical apparatus designed
to do the work of a man. The marketing division of Sirius Cybernetics
Corporation defines a robot as ‘Your Plastic Pal Who’s Fun To Be With’.
The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy defines the marketing division of the
Sirius Cybernetics Corporation as ‘a bunch of mindless jerks who’ll be the
first against the wall when the revolution comes’, with a footnote to effect
that the editors would welcome applications from anyone interested in taking
over the post of robotics correspondent.
Curiously enough, an edition of the Encyclopaedia Galactica that
had the good fortune to fall through a time warp from a thousand years in
the future defined the marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics
Corporation as ‘a bunch of mindless jerks who were the first against the
wall when the revolution came’.
— Douglas Adams, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”