Born on 2nd January 1943 in a Hamburg maternity hospital, a night of repetitive bombing by the allies. Staff disappeared down to air raid shelters leaving my young mother to fend for herself. We survived and here I am in New Zealand, almost 75 years later, printing with a UM2+. Go figure!
My 3D printer of tomorrow will leave all that has gone before in the dust. Take a rock, a pebble, a handful of sand - instantly turn it into a device to serve you. When no longer needed, return it back to what it was: a rock, a pebble, a handful of sand. Why run with the monkeys when you can soar with the eagles.
I thought of it so it is possible.