This was the main event at the 2001 International Film Festival in Chicago. It was a Saturday night and the theater was oversold. My girlfriend and I were fortunate to get seats but people were left sitting in the aisles. Anticipation was high, and the atmosphere was electric. Some startup bike messenger delivery service was trying to get everyone’s attention by handing out miniature toiletry bags as we were walking in. I grabbed one like all the other drones, all…
