It’s the rebellion against the rule of happy endings in serialized fiction that demands that the day has to be saved, no matter what. The anti-hope for the heroes to lose, escape mediocrity and reach for the Olympus of tragedy, because True Art Is Angsty and everyone who simply likes butterflies is a fool!

Five minute commute? Sounds like a bicycle would be the best solution.

Oh i know this topic is intentionally inflammatory. I’m here playing my role to take the bait and let the author know his intentionally wrong opinion has garnered the correct response.

Oof. Wrong dude to ask that question.

Hopefully all of it.

The ultimate goal, at least in my head, is for all of these things to just know what is needed. That microwave knows that it is reheating a slice of pizza and sets itself accordingly. The ceiling fan reports room temperature/occupancy and adjusts itself to suit your preference.