“And ring up the jet car please, I feel like taking her out for the weekend.”
“Very Good Sir. Beep. Beep.”
“I’m not sure I like your tone. You would do good to watch yourself, Robo Mr.”
“Very Good Sir. Boop. Boop.”
“That’s more like it.”
Image source Modern Mechanix.
I don't know what I'd do with large, wall-mounted buttons labeled 1, 2, 3, X, +, and – (nor do I care to speculate on the purpose of the object protruding next to them), but I do know that I'd happily give up all other computer functionality in exchange for any three of the options listed on the other panel on the far wall.
What, no lunch? Apparently we still have to work in the robot utopian future, and therefore won't be at home for lunch.
Wait, do we not get a weekend? the robots are making us work too hard in the future! Down with robots! Boo! Hiss!
I can live with a world in which I might have to push the breakfast and/or dinner button more than once per day.
In exchange for a valet robot, a jet car, AND a commuter helicopter, I'll even continue to make my own meals, if necessary.
Beware the fate of acute push-buttonitis, as befell poor Jane Jetson…!