Wired magazine, November 2010.

A clan of weavers formed a secret society of assassins.

My... my wife worked up at the plant.

Those three trends are the ability to engineer cells, the ability to engineer tissues, and robots.

And since, in the last 20 years,

And here's the only picture of Leonardo that's widely accepted.

I had to apprentice myself in order to become a pottery master.

(Laughter)

All I can tell you, this is a textile mill.

It breaks every organizational boundary we can think of.

In Jósa's workshop. I earn 50 crowns an hour.

China, the same thing.

That's where the ability to engineer microbes, the ability to engineer tissues, and the ability to engineer robots begin to lead to a reboot.

I'm going back to the kitchen.

Is there heat? Fire.

Self assembly is being used as a new design, science, and engineering tool for making the next generation of technologies easier to build, more adaptive, and less reliant on fossil fuels.

Two of the valves I'm gonna name, I'm giving them new names, something slightly different from what we've been referring to them by. These are the atrioventricular valves.

Pookums?

I have a lump in my breast.

But you get these resources together.

This is textile mill. And a damn good one.

Buildings are becoming bundles of services.

The problem with breast density is that it's truly the wolf in sheep's clothing.

I've spent a lot of time in Finland at the design factory of Aalto University, where the they have a shared shop and shared fab lab, shared quiet spaces, electronics spaces, recreation places.

I'd like to move into my new cell.

I need some diversion.

The wife!

Solitary.

That's my wife.

My wife...

In the good old days, kids as young as five could work as they pleased, from textile factories to iron smelts.

Every single year fewer electricians, fewer carpenters, fewer plumbers, fewer welders, fewer pipefitters, fewer steamfitters.

When cells join together, they are called a tissue.

My wife.

Which one?

Who lives here?

...that your wife is calling the morgues.

Exwife.

Meet my wife.

Yeah yeah yeah, got a hot wife... hot hottie.

It's mine!

It's mine.

Talk to your wife.

It's my wife.

The kitchen.