We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
There goes a job. I had never encountered a robotic parking garage until last weekend in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. (By the way, Fort Greene was once a scary place. Not anymore. Very pleasant, with a perfect cozy neighborhood Italian joint, Belli on Fulton St.)
The garage had rack parking 3 floors underground. You park the car on the elevator, get out, and down it goes. When it's time to go, you watch the robot lift your car off the rack on the video camera. Robot places your car on the elevator, and up it comes.