So this is it? No high-tech igloo-shaped stainless-steel pod floating above the surface of the planet, accessible only by jetpack (for the cool kids) or monorail (for the terminally dorky), with invisible doors that whisk open noiselessly via each space-student’s special telepathic code?
This is it? The School of the Future is just another filthy, run-of-the-mill, boxy building, anchored to the pavement, with a facade that could generously be deemed non-descript? With regular old doors that actually have to be physically touched in order to gain access?
And what the hell is that … that … that thing peering out the middle door? A flesh ‘n’ blood, real live person talking (smiling???) into one of those old-fashioned cell phones, and not a self-powered automaton fashioned out of NuSkin6000 (pat. pending)?
If only I’d known about this sooner, I wouldn’t have sent in my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter’s application last week. Great.