From the Supplement to the Southland Times Saturday November 5th, 1904:
The Future Man
The Man of the Future sat back in his luxurious arm chair, his feet arranged before along the lines of least resistance.
At his elbow was a keyboard that connected him with the outer world.
He touched a button and through a gold mounted transmitted was thrust his morning paper. He touched another and a tray containing his breakfast arose before him.
It seemed an easy thing to do: he had but lift a finger.
A phonograph began rolling off the opening of the stock market. A piano attachment gave out strains of the latest opera. Three friends in distant parts of the Empire bade him good morning and communicated some piece of gossip in response to his enquiry. He talked to the manager of his office, with his tailor, with his airship maker, his architect.
With him indeed it was a busy day. Finally his head sank back. He was overcome with by the unusual exertion. He looked worried.
His wife entered.
"What is the matter dear?" she said. "Isn't everything alright?"
"No," replied the Man of the Future testily. "I can't stand this pressure. I must really have someone else press these buttons for me."