attention! i am trying to back up.

imagine a female voice - the voice of a secretary in a 1950s gangster movie - repeating "attention! i am trying to back up." the voice jabs its way through your bedroom window, persistently, mechanically, waking you up. you envision frusturated 50s clone women in straight skirt suits trying unsuccessfully to walk backwards. they furrow their brows, "attention! i am trying to back up."

meanwhile, in reality outside the bedroom window, there are a couple dozen construction workers across the street waiting for one of the trucks to back into position so they can start their job.

i like all the commotion. i like the bladerunner talking machines, the pissy female truck, the new 300 story buildings that rise up in a day.