Last night I dreamed that I went inside my own womb and talked to the robotic arm that is constructing my child. I convinced it to work on some additions that weren't scheduled until later that evening, so I could see the arm in action. It was pretty impressive.
It's 2010. That's twenty ten. That's like The Future. Only now it's the present and pretty soon, it'll start being the past. And then it will be funny.
It's 2010 and I don't even have one of those vacuum cleaner robots, but I can't complain either because of the internet.