I pick up my keyboard and I m off zooming around netspace as quick as is possible for modern day computers. After I finish paying my bills, checking up on my portfolio, and reordering my subscription to The New York Times, I decide to order in some pizza. Nothing could possibly be easier. I just jaunt on over to Papa John s web site, enter in my order, address and credit card number, and the delivery will be made in thirty minutes or less. I type in my parents phone number and sit back on my couch.
Mom picks up.
We switch from audio only to visual on our wallscreens just by pressing a button or issuing a voice command. We chat for a bit about this and that, how we can t believe that Jennifer is going to be a senior in college. The computer informs me that it will get right to work on the problem, and to please allow one half-hour for processing because the show really is sold out.