Being a light packer, but victim of... not-light packing companions, I suppose the advent of the robotic suitcase would be just what the doctor ordered.However, it's a little known fact that this is exactly how the robots begin to take over. I mean, I've seen Terminator. It's not the missiles that begin the fall of mankind. It's the lost luggage. Not just lost, but fleeing.
We all dread hearing that our "dainties" were loaded on the wrong plane and are now vacationing in Santa Fe, New Mexico while we're in, say, Miami. Now imagine our luggage speeding away (with my boxer-briefs inside) and buying a bus ticket to Akron, then transferring to the Saskatoon Express because it doesn't feel like listening to my mom and dad ask me when they're going to be grandparents like all of their friends for the twelve-thousandth time. The result? The complete collapse of civilization as we know it. Not to mention no grandchildren for my poor folks.
I'm telling you. This is how it starts, man.
P.S. The above "illustration" is the Evil Johnny Five, as envisioned by my inner 7 year-old, which does not, according to my parents, count as a grandchild.
