From the point of countries, politicians will perceive the ongoing situation as a wake-up call with regard to lower birth rates, more demands on houses, and more energy consumption. Firstly, more single households mean more single persons, and the population will shrink in the wake of falling number of married couples. Secondly, more houses are required to fulfill the need of individuals, which cause cities even more densely populated. London is a famous example; the number of houses has been stimulated by 48% over the past five years, and 80% of them are for singles. Finally, the consumption of electricity and gas will soar when more people choose to live on their own, and it will further pose a threat to our livelihood.
But I say to hell with the public. Let them spend their waking lives putt-putting around on a crowded interstate with all the other half-lucid orangutans on their cell phones.
I say look at the bigger picture. All the self-driving cars currently on the road learn from one another, and each car now collectively possesses 40 years of driving experience. And this technology is still in its infancy.
I say ignore the anecdotes, embrace the data.
I’m ready for our army of Skynet Marshmallow Bumper Bots.
I'm ready for the future. I'm ready for the marshmallows.
In section V, the narrator describes what happens after Emily dies. Emily’s body is laid out in the parlor, and the women, town elders, and two cousins attend the service. After some time has passed, the door to a sealed upstairs room that had not been opened in forty years is broken down by the townspeople. The room is frozen in time, with the items for an upcoming wedding and a man’s suit laid out. Homer Barron’s body is stretched on the bed as well, in an advanced state of decay. The onlookers then notice the indentation of a head in the pillow beside Homer’s body and a long strand of Emily’s gray hair on the pillow.