Ray Kurzweil says that the singularity is near.
“So, Ray, where is it?” I asked him.
He stuck his hand in his pocket. “I swear, I just had it.”
He then searched his other pockets, the sofa, the refrigerator and the kitchen drawer. Twice.
“Shit,” he growled. “Help me look?”
We turned the place upside-down, but all we found was a handful of pocket change and a stray ketchup packet.
“Oh well,” he said. “Maybe I left it back home.”
We shook hands, and Ray began to fade from view.
BACKUP COMPLETE, said a robotic voice, and everything else vanished.