Yeah, maybe just another nail in a coffin already nailed, stapled, glued & screwed. (But there's a phone inside, in case you were still alive when the lid went on.)

Maybe it comes down to another piece of doggerel - the only thing technology can't control is technology. Since we won't / can't vet gizmos in advance of their multiplying like Tribbles, after the originator has left for his island in the Carib.. {sigh} we might as well relax and enjoy the play.

(But somewhere down the line, we're gonna have to figure out WTF we think we mean by 'security' - since the most secure place of all IS inside that padded coffin with only the fone-line... Itself a risk: should you use it to listen to someone's AM radio all day)



Chicken Little et al.