As ever our faith in tecnology smites us in the face with a damp smelling cloth- when instead of a “welcome to the hotel Mr.Brown” you get what seems to be Hal having some sort of digital fit. Imagine this sort of scenereo in the cockpit of an aeroplane. Think you know how high you ate flying and in what direction? Computers will prove you know nothing- now bow to your mechanical leaders!
The meltdown of hotel technology
