The story concerns a household in Allendale, California, in the aftermath of a nuclear war.
“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground
and swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night
and wild plum trees in tremulous white;
robins will wear their feathery fire,
whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And spring herself, when she woke at dawn
would scarcely know that we were gone.”
This is pretty cool, considering it was written in 1950. This is a story about an automated house doing all its programmed chores on a house not affected by the nuclear apocalypse that’s left the entire world empty. With things like Amazon’s Echo & Alexa and other AI tech appearing on the market, you can imagine this is the way people will live their lives in the future, with their house and technology doing everything for them.
This is quite a sad tale really. No matter how advanced our technologies become doesn’t mean we’re able to escape death and destruction.