the good folks over at io9 set their wayback machine to the late 60s & dug up this crazy robo-commercial.
at the risk of completely dating myself, I remember these & may have actually got them as hand-me-downs from my older brother. personally, though... Maj. Matt Mason was my favorite when I was a wee tyke.
dig that crazy, cosmic poetry, Daddy-O.
"He lives on the moon, we may all be there soon."
hey, which reminds me.... where's my jet pack? And while we're at it, where are those flying cars we were promised, Detroit!?!
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