On a particularly chilly December morning in my childhood I nearly spoiled Christmas. It was the endless expanse of night time between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and I couldn't sleep. Cold and excited and unwilling to wait another minute to see what waited in my stocking, I cast my Ghostbusters comforter into the air, pulled on an oversized sweater, and made my way downstairs. Alongside the tree, I spotted my parents preparing to wrap presents. There were no video games, toy cars, or books to be seen; in their place sat a stack of boxes, reams of wrapping paper, and an intangible potential of good things to come. That's what it felt like walking around the floor of CES yesterday evening.
I couldn't wait to witness the spectacle
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