My office room soon became my bedroom too - the guest bed was now mine.But much as I didn't really miss my wife, I certainly missed seeing my daughter... growing up - and she obviously missed me.Every time that I came home it seemed that she had grown another couple of inches - she was going to be a tall lady - hopefully she would have a suitable figure to match, one day. And it seemed that the more my wife and I fell out, the closer my daughter and I became. We certainly seemed to get on well and. There is talk of "cleaning robots" and the school lunches are made by robots, but that's not far away. The Warlord uses an augmented reality screen, big deal.If I were to write this again (and I don't plan to), I'd probably make the eye-tap a pair of contact lenses, instead of sunglasses. Part of the reason I didn't is because I'd already started writing when I found out that there is already work being done on such contacts, and also because I had a lot of gazing into each other's eyes stuff. Sometimes my mom even took some widows along with her to swamiji. I had no idea what she was doing and never payed attention.Once it happened that my mom made some food and sweets as part of pooja and asked me to accompany her to carry the parcel. I was free for that weekend and was compulsed to help her, so I went along with her. It was just an hour’s journey into a small village. At the outskirts of the village was a temple on a hill. So my mom and I climbed up the hill, there was no. "Um... yes she does. How did you know that, Oogie?" I played it for her at your house once, remember?" I asked, having prepared for the question and wisely not directly answering it.Merry didn't like the fact that the conversation shifted subject slightly. "So, how about it, Mom?"My mother said, "I'll have to ask your dad..."That was Merry's cue to take off and go into the garage to pester her father. The three of us laughed at her."We don't have anything else planned," Mom said. "I don't see.