You always know where you are. The police always know where you are. Your glasses are way smarter than you'll ever be. Your house will build itself, halfway you can decide to add an extra bathroom, since you came into some extra money. Elections are held in 15 minutes. You virtual drive through Spain will seems more real than real life. The difference between maps and the world disappears. The address space of IPv6 is getting too small, IPv8 announced. Every molecule on earth clamours for an IP address. Science fiction has the musty smell of nostalgia. Criminals/tax authorities alter people's genetic makeup for financial gain. You can replay every detail of your first kiss. Your copy of Rodin's Kiss is indistinguishable from the real thing and cost you 0.02 cents and 0.7 seconds to download. Your wife's virtual assistants and yours have reached a deadlock in a struggle to determine where you _really_ were last Saturday night. The authors of prominent virusses and worms are honoured for their contribution to direct marketing. A man is arrested in California for attempting to touch a woman, the first such incident in seven years.
