This essay is very interesting and little sad. It tell story from other world where everything better – supersonic planes cheap, robots do work, people young forever, but old man Sanjay miss real glamour from 1980s Concorde, with limo and champagne and smoking room. Now even rich flight feel normal, not special, and he complain about lounge smell bad and server talk like robot. I like how author mix funny details like lab meat from Argentina and VR for old battles, with real feeling of loss – like when something good become too usual and not exciting anymore. The end make think about our world, maybe we also lose some magic in progress. Good read, make me smile and think.
This essay is very interesting and little sad. It tell story from other world where everything better – supersonic planes cheap, robots do work, people young forever, but old man Sanjay miss real glamour from 1980s Concorde, with limo and champagne and smoking room. Now even rich flight feel normal, not special, and he complain about lounge smell bad and server talk like robot. I like how author mix funny details like lab meat from Argentina and VR for old battles, with real feeling of loss – like when something good become too usual and not exciting anymore. The end make think about our world, maybe we also lose some magic in progress. Good read, make me smile and think.
Shrill inbred little shit man
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