You haven't been through the teen years yet I take it.

It's all going to come down to texting. While you're in a driverless car you can text to your hearts content while traveling without fear of being pulled over. Or watch movies. Or have sex. Or drink a fifth of Scotch. Or do all at the same time. How many people are going to turn down this ability for some hypothetical baby/dog recognition bug?

Whatever has the most moving parts.

I prefer to talk to fellow employees, but if something important to a project is discussed and a decision is made I will sometimes follow up with an email to clarify the discussion, to make sure if I work on something, a month later they don't say, "That's not what I told you to do."

Meanwhile, at Bizcock Studios: "Ya see, they made two Roy Battys, and one of them did figure out how to stop the incept date, so he lived and he grew old. Ya see, we bring back Rutger Hauer, and that's why he's old, because he stopped the incept date. And we can bring back Daryl Hanna, but she only has one eye, because she looks bad-ass with an eye-patch. And Harrison Ford is out living in the woods and he's happy, and he has a beautiful daughter played by Jennifer Lawrence who is also a mixed martial arts fighter. And Rutger Hauer is leading an army of replicants, just like Battlestar Galactica, and they come to destroy humanity, and they're being controlled by a central brain inside a worm-hole, and Jennifer Lawrence has to send a nuclear bomb through the worm hole."

This episode of often mentioned as one of the worst, but it's one of my favorites, especially the "What is brain?" scene.

Unless there are multiple Spocks with one brain.

WHY CAN'T THEY JUST LEAVE ENOUGH ALONE! (pump fist into the sky) THERE ARE SOME THINGS MORE IMPORTANT THAN MONEY!

Time to start raising my clone body for the head transplant when I'm old.

Damn, you beat me to it.

I want to make a new food product for babies that contains traces of peanuts, dog and cat dander, and bee venom.

Growing up in the 70s and 80s I always thought that by this time I would be driving along in some barren post-apocalyptic wasteland in my cobbled-together hot-rod fighting off mohawked motorcycle gangs and saving busty babes from mutant frog-people. Instead I'm reading slashdot in my cubical as my code compiles. Sigh.

13. Supreme Being glances over and says "Hey! I haven't destroyed those ungrateful little twits yet? Kindof embarrassing, I told them Armageddon was supposed to happen 2 thousand years ago. Oh well, if I do it now maybe no one will notice I'm late"

14. Vogon construction of an intergalactic highway.

Actually they have recently introduced style cop, which enforces some things, but it ignores a number of discernible quirks.

I can usually tell who wrote the code in the office by whether or not they put a space after their ifs: if(i == 0) vs if (i == 0); where they put their brackets, whether or not they replace their tabs with spaces, how they deal with bools: if (!var) vs if (var == false) and several other telling signs. There are so many combinations of variations no two programmers in the office (about 12 of us) have the same style.