Quotes About Technology

Maybe eBooks are going to take over, one day, but not until those whizzkids in Silicon Valley invent a way to bend the corners, fold the spine, yellow the pages, add a coffee ring or two and allow the plastic tablet to fall open at a favourite page.

Gordon Way, brother of Susan, employer of Richard MacDuff, was a rich man, the founder and owner of WayForward Technologies II. WayForward Technologies itself had of course gone bust, for the usual reason, taking his entire first fortune with it.

There is of course an extremely good reason for wearing shorts when you're young, even in the depths of an English winter (and they were colder then, weren't they?). According to Wired magazine, we can't expect to see self-repairing fabrics until about the year 2020, but ever since we emerged from whatever trees or swamps we lived in five million years ago, we have had self-repairing knees.

Art?k World Wide Web sözcüÄŸü (k?salt?lm?? halinin -www- okunuÅŸu, asl?ndan daha uzun olan bildiÄŸim tek terim) var ve bu heyecan verici yepyeni bir olay.

The only place they registered at all was on a small black device called a Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic which winked away quietly to itself. It nestled in the darkness inside a leather satchel which Ford Prefect habitually wore slung around his neck.

he also had a device that looked rather like a largish electronic calculator. This had about a hundred tiny flat press buttons and a screen about four inches square on which any one of a million "pages" could be summoned at a moment's notice.

looked excitingly purposeful, with large video screens ranged over the control and guidance system panels on the concave wall, and long banks of computers set into the convex wall. In one corner a robot sat humped

It's translating for you. It's a Babel fish. Look it up in the book if you like.

went back on to the bridge to watch over the tiny flashing lights and figures that charted the ship's progress through the void.

Don't tell me about the future," said Ford. "I've been all over the future. Spend half my time there. It's the same as anywhere else. Anywhen else. Whatever. Just the same old stuff in faster cars and smellier air.

Computer," said Zaphod, "tell us what our present trajectory is.

For years radios had been operated by means of pressing buttons and turning dials; then as the technology became more sophisticated the controls were made touch-sensitive—you merely had to brush the panels with your fingers; now all you had to do was wave your hand in the general direction of the components and hope. It saved a lot of muscular expenditure, of course, but meant that you had to sit infuriatingly still if you wanted to keep listening to the same program.

This had about a hundred tiny flat press buttons and a screen about four inches square on which any one of a million "pages" could be summoned at a moment's notice.

But what are you supposed to do with a manically depressed robot?" "You think you've got problems," said Marvin

If you'd call it a robot," muttered Arthur. "It's more a sort of electronic sulking machine.

Will you open up the exit hatch, please, computer?

The room was much as Slartibartfast had described it. In seven and a half million years it had been well looked after and cleaned regularly every century or so. The ultramahogany desk was worn at the edges, the carpet a little faded now, but the large computer terminal sat in sparkling glory on the desk's leather top, as bright as if it had been constructed yesterday.

the recession came and we decided it would save a lot of bother if we just slept through it. So we programmed the computers to revive us when it was all over.

Elbette ki hayatla baÄŸlant?l? pek çok mesele vard?r ve iÅŸte size onlar?n en yayg?n olanlar?ndan birkaç?: Ä°nsanlar neden doÄŸar? Neden ölürler? Neden bu ikisi aras?nda geçen zaman?n büyük bir bölümünü dijital kol saatleri takarak geçirmek isterler.

I talked to the computer at great length and explained my view of the Universe to it,' said Marvin. 'And what happened?' pressed Ford. 'It committed suicide,' said Marvin

What's this fish doing in my ear?" "It's translating for you. It's a Babel fish. Look it up in the book if you like.

His eyes passed over the solid shapes of the instruments and computers that lined the bridge. They winked away innocently at him. He stared out at the stars, but none of them said a word.

Marvin flashed her an electronic look.

He pressed the entry for the relevant page. The screen flashed and swirled and resolved into a page of print. Arthur stared at it. "It doesn't have an entry!" he burst out.