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"Retire? Yeah, I want to die with my head in the typewriter. That's my idea of retirement."
- Alfred Bester
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| 'Chatterbox' News-Receptor | ||
| An appliance for listening to the news that lacked content controls. |
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| He breakfasted in the suite, listening with half an ear to the news receptor, which was a common "chatterbox" installation, without selective controls. |
| From Methuselah's Children,
by Robert Heinlein. Published by Astounding Science-Fiction in 1941 Additional resources -
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Imagine how irritating it would be if you were forced to make do with a device that provided you with news - but which presented whatever stories were available in some order not determined by your own choice. Tedious!
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