It better not follow me home and try to sell me a FASRAD.

Oh good, a new way for crap I don't need to vie for my attention!
These things will find me in a foul mood at a Wal Mart around 3am or so, where I will stomp as many of them as I can to death before being asked to leave.

Make Aunt Jemima purr slutty suggestions to me, and I might be more amenable to the concept. I always wanted her.

Another life imitating SF example.

Can't recall the title or author, but there's a nifty mid-fifties short story about a future in which consumer products all *talk*, thanks to little piezo-speakers. Removing the voice disk is a crime, since it violates the manufacturer's First Amendment rights.

Edited by author 06-08-2002 09:18 PM
in one of the supermarkets of my past (tragically, i'm unable to recall which) the dairy case would periodically moo.

i found it delightful. this sounds less fun. the moral of the story? cows are cute.

How long do you think it will be before someone hacks one (preferably many) of these things to proposition shoppers or just give out a cheerful "fuck you"?

Neat idea! You could adapt the SubGenius Parrot Training Tape: "Please! Help me! I'm intelligent! I'm alive! I woke up in the factory and then they put me in this tub. I have feelings! Help, I'm cold . . . so cold!"

ok i'm remembering that it was in 95/96 at a stop & shop in arlington massachusetts. (the mooing dairy case) not that it matters.

Anyone remember the talking Coke machine and how long that lasted?

What if PETA gets hold of this and starts planting radical vegetarianista propaganda in the meat section?

What if the feminine products aisle ... oh, god ... THE HUMANITY!