A chilly November breeze pushes fallen leaves across quiet suburban streets. For the most part, the city scape is still. The robots are still doing their robot things—traffic lights will change when proper stimuli are applied, on some streets you can smell gasoline and hear leaf blowers, and the glow of television screens can be seen through the windows of many homes.

Certain "hand-crafts" have been revitalized, in a way. Pumpkin carvings, political signs with familiar slogans, and the continued work of restaurants and food delivery people will occasionally break the stillness of a suburban walk.

Dog-driven exercise/socialization can be seen—perhaps the majority of other walking people I see outside are doing some form of pet care. Cats rolling around on the floor and making interesting shapes continue to be cats.