travail
It seems that we are talking about travel every day: checking bus timetables, missing trains or planning holidays. HY was marvelling on the wonders his GPS is able to do. He does not know whether if it's good or bad, but the driver no longer needs a good sense of direction--the electronic female voice tells you what to do, it even warns you about the speed cameras. When C4 revealed the cruel reality to the gullible ones on Space Cadets, I suddenly thought that the idea was similar to Richard Brome's The Antipodes (1638), in which young Peregrine was duped into a journey down under (a crazy theatre troupe created scenes of make-believe topsy-turvydom), but in fact he has never left home. Equally mean as hell, but the results were different: Peregrine was able to consummate his marriage and learn to love home, whilst the space cadets despite making fools of themselves went home with cash.