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I met a taxi driver....


I was out late in North Sydney and the last train had left North Sydney station, so I caught a taxi home. I saw a normal taxi cruising by. Hailed then and sat in the front seat.

The guy looked vaguely familiar (not sure why that is important).

We started talking. He wanted to simplify his life. He was worried about technology. He worried about TVs in his household. We talked about the future. We talked about good and bad things in the world. We talked about how the future might unfold.


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