KISAH Futures Anthology
to introduce robotics haircut for moviegoers — watch a flick and get your hair cut at the same time! — but they are still working out how to prevent hair from getting into the popcorn. The reason I hate these frigging robotics barber shops can be summed up by paraphrasing Tolstoy: All good haircuts are alike; each bad haircut is bad in its own way. I mean, it’s like living in the world of Harrison Bergeron where everyone is forced to wear handicaps for equality’s sake, except in this case, we are handicapped by having a limited range of (unimaginative) haircuts. It was my football team-mate Zack who introduced me to the barber that I am now using for the first time. Zack was not the same teenager after getting his maiden illegal haircut a few months ago. He became a brand-new guy. Now he oozes confidence like a South Korean boyband member because his hair looks dynamite. As I sit here getting my haircut, I gradually feel more relaxed. My mind slows, my vision dims. It feels like I am in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. The foreign barber towers in front of me. He peers at me through his thick glasses. Almost like a scientist looking down a microscope. I wonder why this guy came here, traversing a few thousand kilometres just to cut hair. Then the barber changes to his natural form. And I begin to understand. He has traveled not just a few thousand kilometres but, in fact, a few million kilometres.
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