Happily, that isn’t the case at all. I’ve learned that these are not beams that we will find out decades later cause cancer. They’re called “passive infrared sensors,” and they don’t shoot out any death rays. Like the motion detectors that turn on lights outside of a nervous citizen’s house when you walk by, they just detect energy given off by objects … including me.
Learning that made me feel much better, and now I’m completely comfortable allowing some doohickey with a sensor to determine how much water I might want or when it’s time to zip up.
I am George Jetson … and loving it.
Until I get home, of course, where there are towels I must use if I want my hands to be dry, and toilets to flush without the advice of an infrared sensor, passive or otherwise.
It all seems so barbaric, so 20th century, and I’m getting all hot and bothered about it. I could really use a drink of water.
Now, how does that faucet thing work, again?
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