Are some things best left undiscovered? Or is progress just a necessity of life and the consequences a bi-product?
Morgan Sweet is no longer sure – it’s not his fault the world has so enthusiastically embraced his Dream Chair invention. Like Alfred Noble belatedly realising dynamite probably wasn’t such a good idea and offering his peace prize as compensation, Morgan rues the day his father-in-law’s passing comment over the dinner table inadvertently provided the key to the world’s most influential discovery since man realised he could rub two sticks together and ignite his own farts.
But can you blame the world? With your dreams of choice at the press of a button, it really does beg the question: what’s the point in reality?