A dystopian future awaits, the ever promised hi-tech never delivering quite what it promised. It sells us short, cheats on us, takes our money and only half delivers, laughs (or beeps) in our face. We hurtle towards The Singularity, the uncrossable divide – athwart the torrent dividing the techno haves and the luddite have nots. Both sides confident in the outcome, neither side will win – lost without the other. We once laughed at the joke about the dead Telephone Sanitisers – we don’t laugh any more.
