My husband and I both love to read, but it isn’t often we share a liking for the same book. He likes action, adventure, and crime novels, while I like historical romances, literary, and what is called “women’s fiction.”
But we both like J.D. Robb’s “__ in Death” series with policewoman Eve Dallas and her genius, handsome, rich husband, Roarke.
I envy Eve — not for her husband, but for a little perk Eve has that I do not: an auto-chef. When Eve comes home too tired from chasing bad guys to cook dinner for Roarke, all she has to do is program this nifty little appliance for whatever they want to eat, and a few minutes later it is delivered.
For years I thought, “If only…” until one day I picked up the newspaper to discover there is no “if only.” The auto-chef exists. In real time.
They call it a 3-D printer. The article I read told how the government is experimenting with the device to feed astronauts on their way to Mars. The machine will be loaded with protein, carbohydrate, dairy and other powders including vitamins and minerals. Each astronaut’s dietary needs and preferences will be programmed. When she’s ready to eat, she pushes a few buttons and out pops a meal prepared especially for her.
NASA can call it a 3-D printer if it wants to. I call it an auto-chef.
Since that article, I’ve read how the 3-D printer has been programed to create organs for the human body, a working gun, and an episode on “Big Bang Theory.”
My question is, did Roberts (okay, we all know Nora Roberts is J.D. Robb) have some advance information about this invention, or did one of her fans, who also happened to be an inventor, read about it and say, “Aha! If it can be imagined, it can be created!” ?
Or, does art copy life or life copy art?
That’s a question for philosophers, and I am not one. I am a lazy writer and I want an auto-chef.