Two men, both with red hair and beards, stopped their motorcycles under my window, pulled off their helmets, and walked up to each other. I was looking out by this point, and it looked like they were going to fight.
One of them sneered, squared his shoulders, and said, in a stern tone, "How hard would it be to write OCR software to scan and reassemble shredded documents? I imagine it could be freeware soon enough."
The other glared into the eyes of the first. I was expecting him to swing his motorcycle helmet and clock the other guy upside the head, but instead, he snarled, "How hard would it be to clone wooly mammoths and wooly rhinoceroses?"
They stared at each other for a few more tense seconds, then turned, got onto their bikes, and roared off in opposite directions.
I brushed my teeth six times before going back to sleep.