This thing seems a bit disturbing somehow --on a few different levels. Appealing? On the surface, maybe.
It does smack a bit of Orwellian escapism for my tastes. Why ever leave the thing? I'd fear it might drive
me bonkers in the end. It's kind of like a post-post modern techno-womb/cocoon of sorts. Perhaps Freud
did get a few things right after all. I wonder if nocturnal environment intrusion warning and onboard dream
navigation systems are optional? Perfect setup for shagging androids --no doubt.
Strange times we live in: some people sleeping in refrigerator boxes, some people sleeping on couches,
some people (with suitable funds/credit limit) sleeping in oversized I-Pods. Weird.
Just another bizarre manifestation of the consumptopian dream? It certainly puts the idea of necessity as
the mother of invention soundly to rest (pun intended). For the foreseeable future, I think I'll maintain my bed,
stereo, computer, t.v., coffeemaker, sleeping partner, etcetera as distinct and separate units. Call me "old school."