Right now, at this very moment, I am mopping the kitchen floor. You may wonder if I somehow cloned myself ala Michael Keaton in Mr. Mom, or if I am perhaps exercising some little known property of the Heisenberg uncertainty principle. But the only somewhat less exciting reality is that Steve is actually mopping the floor.
Who is Steve you ask?
This is Steve:
Steve is a Scooba, and he’s awesome. Fill him with cleaning fluid, put him in the middle of the kitchen, and in 15 minutes you have a sparkling kitchen floor. Which is great, because I really hate mopping.
So now I have two floor cleaning robots. I’d really like a lawn mowing one too, but Steve’s manufacturers have obviously thought through the implications of an autonomous robot wielding steel cutting blades more than I have.