I, Robot · So I'm on the plane for many hours, Orlando to Vancouver, middle seat in economy class (didn't travel much last year, lost all my special status), hot, cramped, hungry. Hooray, we're here! As you walk out of the customs hall at Vancouver airport, there's this place where all the drivers stand holding up little signs saying Mr. Jones, Ms. Chang, and so on. Today one of them said I, Robot. Follow-up: Roomba, and you too can be a cinéaste ...
