I had a vision of the future... I was peering-out from atop a hill, as far as the eye could see, gentle hills of velvet green grass under crystal clear blue sky. From a distance, stretching across the horizon, I could see a thick dark band of what appeared to be a large flock of migrating birds. As I walked closer, I could hear buzzing sound similar to bees.
At some point, I got close enough to realize it was not a flock of migrating foul but a large highway of millions of drones, all carrying a small payload of cargo. A very large highway, and comprised of a two separate lanes, traveling in opposite directions. Occasionally, along the highway some drones would exit and disappear into the distance.
I also witnessed a few collisions, some losing control and spiraling to the ground. Not long afterwards, like vultures preparing to consume a meal, recovery drones swooped in and quickly retrieved all debris. I also noticed a kind of like transfer-repair-recharge station, a literal beehive of activity of thousands of parked, idled and buzzing drones.
About this time, I saw and heard a couple of drones traveling directly to my location. Upon their arrival they delivered a cooler of six perfectly chilled Sierra Nevada pale ale and a large pizza with Italian sausage, jalapeño peppers, pineapple, and pepperoni.
Late as programed, my date finally arrives, in a drone of course, an exact robotic copy of Paris Hilton programmed and with the premium Girlfriend Experience. A robot so perfect, only sophisticated equipment can distinguish the difference between the real McCoy.
As Paris massaged my stinky feet, I contemplated the future as I chased a couple of Viagra's with cold beer.