"Next to the hypermarket was an automobile repair yard, its forecourt filled with used cars. They sat in the sunlight with numerals on their windshields, the advanced guard of a digital universe in which everything would be tagged and numbered, a doomsday catalogue listing each stone and grain of sand under my feet, each eager poppy." ~ J. G. Ballard, The Unlimited Dream Company, 1979

Astutely prescient for 1979.