whenever theyre trying to sell like some fucking amazon delivery drones as the solution to something remember this. in the old days, you would simply send your familiar to go down to the supermarket wouldn't you. "yes of course m'leige, of course" he would splutter, "a single tin of canned pineapple. coming right up" and he'd already be away, flapping limply from your high-tower and struggling to push through the choking fog like a bat-shaped plastic bag caught in a gale