Good-bye ducks, hello drones!
Greetings from the Ridge.
Get ready to have a book dropped on your head. The FAA has finally given Amazon permission to test its drone delivery in the U.S. Under the Amazonian plan, a human loads the package onto a conveyor belt, which takes it to any awaiting drone. Then the device takes off and plops your book, denture powder or antifreeze on your doorstep. We’ve yet to hear from the National Thieves Association, but I’d imagine they’re rejoicing. Just look up in the sky, follow the drone, and then nab the package off the front porch. Eight U.S. firms have now been given permission to use drones in their everyday operation, and another 342 have applied for licenses. A drunk recently crashed his drone onto the lawn of the White House, sparking a new national campaign, “Don’t Drink and Drone.”
The operator-controlled eyes in the sky have proven useful for checking crops and gutters on houses, but the aspect of sneaky-eyed whirligigs hovering outside our bedrooms, nurseries, and shower stalls have given rise to justifiable panic among many of us. Do we really want a world where the air is filled with cameras? It’s bad enough that every birth, baptism and burp is now photographed with cell phones.