Forget about black monoliths. If the late great Stanley Kubrick had known what was going to be really cool by the year 2001, his seminal movie would have opened with 25 million ape-descendants clustered silently round an awe-inspiring and somewhat unreal auction house. Then to the tune of the Blue Danube, some bizarrely diverse items would shoot weightlessly through the ether sterling silver Jaguar cars, Sherlock Holmes first editions, Xerox networked printers, a pair of Madonna concert tickets, an ostrich-egg incubator moving at a rate of 5 million purchases per day. The climactic scene, perhaps, would feature astronaut Dave...
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